To You,

I have some shit I’d like to shoot your way.
I’ll try to stay on point; keep it straight and sweet.
Know, my Feelings are so… Raw. This may come off brutally Loving. My intentions are for
Forward Progress versus lateral passes.
For this cause I surrender to my Stoned bones, heavy with thought and purpose. This may
seem simple, a Handwritten letter, but my Dear this is a deeper Sea than that shallow
Desert. I am parting the Virgin’s legs, walking the Yellow Brick., but I’m no cowering
emo midget. No. No show pony here.
This is Pure breed, True Blue baby.
My pride a 2nd runner up, 1st prize, my Passion,
is on track. My Love is not for the winner’s
circle, but for the Royal purple, the trophy
of those who stuck it through. Brave but
Battered. I am the Knight; sword drawn, daring
the Lust of trouble. The Courage and Insecurity boil in my
belly; I tempt Failure. Fall as I may… back
to you…. I will always find my way.

Lovingly Yours,
Me