Loving Me Is A Work of Art

When I’m going down

       I don’t want you to follow me

       You come around and the best of me is known

       But when you leave I fall apart, yea I’m a mess, you see

       And loving me is a work of art

work of art

A Short Poem I Wrote on How to love (me)

Don’t send me money

Don’t send me flowers

‘Cause I don’t want nothin’,

If you ain’t got time.


I’d rather be

Alone for hours,

Than lonely with the one

That I call mine.