From the gutter to the stars,

I find pieces of myself.

Scattered around,

By past encounters.

Waking up has its merits

And it’s pains.

I wish I was good,

at making people feel good.

But to whom I bring happiness,

I also bring pain.

Loving myself is a skill I possess.

So I can bring sunshine and take love

where I go.

Words are fragile.

Words are strong.

Believe my words,

Taste my looks.

My smile is strong.

Where we meet,

Is the best place.