To find my mistakes, you’re going to need a shovel—and a missing person’s list.

When searching for a missing person, I’ll canvas the area. Like a painter. I make love like Bob Ross, only your happy tree is happier, and I’ll keep your coffee warm—in my stomach.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

I’m comming to You.You are blazing.I’m giving You a rose.It embalms sweet.I’m givin a kiss…I melt of You.I melt and flow with You.Like an ice in a spring river.I melt and stay. Sun will vaporise...