Nothing Left Nothing Lived Poem by Brandon Butler

As if he told her his only hope.
'To be love and be loved by your'
Telling the story of My tail-

Lives lived without, 'within imprisonment' of nature.
Can any compared Nothing left nothing lived.

Kiss and tell her sweet sweet bliss
The bite of her lips, the twist of her hips.
I love you my bliss.

Oh err to error my affair.
To give anything only keeping slowly.
That err to fill my wonderful dear.
Love so near once said so clear,
The love of My dear,
So precious and so clear,

Velvet her skin, elegant in spit
of that so vivid last night,
In spit, I still love her
My dear, Forever and never
will my love be feared.