So much to say and no one to say it to,
So I recite these love lines in the mirror and think of you,
Whoever and where ever “you” are.
I’ve come a long way and I hope your not too far,
I hope you like my scars and appreciate my lies.
Because, they’re as much a part of me as the car with light dew,
But this dew sinks right through,
As though my hood was a cotton t-shirt.
My life, similar to a toddler that discovered dirt.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016