POETRY

What I Deserve
Maybe its what it is
baby its what I deserve
I know that you love me so
and I love the things that grow
from my head,
in my bed
i’d like to sleep some more nights
before i’m dead, I don’t know why
there’s just something nice
about being alive
baby its what I deserve
I know that you love me so
and I love the things that grow
from my head,
in my bed
i’d like to sleep some more nights
before i’m dead, I don’t know why
there’s just something nice
about being alive
In the spring, the flowers have come
and they’re yellow,
we didn’t plant them, but that’s fine
i just love to watch them grow.
Maybe its what it is,
baby its what i deserve
I used to break the line
just to forsake the mind
into a conciousness flow
from my head
it filled the room from my bed
what i said, is the…
well there’s no point in explaining
Now as the seasons pass i watch the
clouds harrass an almost perfect cycle.
slowly time breaks it, and we gently aid it
qu
iet in a china shop like bulls