We Never Had A Song Together, But We Sure As Hell Had A Life Together.

Sugar, Spice, n Everything Nice.

That's what girls are made of.

It just takes too much energy to keep you lit up little one. This is not sustainable, post renewable (Wait there's a poem here I think).

Her beauty was as rare as counting to infinity.

Exponential in grace.

Equal parts predictable to irrational and a dash of paradoxical.

But still she contained all the answers to the universe if one just cared to do the math.

😐🫴🏻🐉

The Sun doesn't concern herself,

with the other stars in the sky.

She is too busy lighting up the world.

I suck at rhymes but here it is...

I don't know when, but at a later date.

There won't be any more cookies to bake.

No love to make,

No earth to quake,

No hands to shake,

And no lives to take.

When that day comes, I hope to find.

A larger species of Clementine?

Or many more words without a rhyme?

Or climb-ier vines,

Or softer crimes,

Or smellier pines,

With straighter lines.

But until then it's up to you,

To find many more lines that rhyme with blue.

Find prettier views,

Find me lefty-er shoes,

And truer trues that speak just for vous.

Ah! But here I am taking all the

S P A C E,

And haven't left you a chance to grace,

This page with words you want to create.

Careful now it's not a race.

There isn't any first to place,

Only yummier taste,

Only bass-ier bass,

Only ever yourself,

No rules to place.

But before I do,

I realize-es,

I've gone and wrote this on

Electronic devices!

I hope this version

Lives to suffice-es!

Or will it be gone and sacrifices?!

I should have taken other advices!

Been nice-ier nices!

Tried creamier ices!

Tried dating girls with a little more spices!

I use to like riding the metro around the city with with no predetermined destination.

This time, it's personal.

Secrets always taste better,

as they leave the mouth.