Middle Child

I love you forever
I mean it when I say it


Whitch each deep and heaving breath
“I love you with each breath”

You Another you
A fevered face. A facet

And with each hit I took
Promises made

don’t go away

Even then you had proved
I can’t be near

I can’t be hear
I can’t be bear

Oh how far this is
Whither wander you

Gold hath no compassion
Commission

Co-mission
Comparison

Art Thou My Lover?
Look around

Hear thru
Thy ugly bar

Base behooved
My beloved

Hooved
Horned

Ugly thru they
Thy art wondrous

Middle is the best
Of all the game

Iago Othello

I call the
The four winds

For Thee
Oh Let Me Be

A moor at sea