No Filter Poem by Dessie McCoy

My care to you may mean little but in fair contest I think I better than the rest.
I'm not the best and I don't act like I wear a Superman S on my chest.
I want to be your best like I was competing for a gold medal I stress.
Yes I stress that I do have the greatest sympathy for you.
It's true, I let my emotions flow like the great ocean blue
Fluid to the fact, no Dams to hold my true ways back.
I have unveiled my false acts, so i can get myself on track.

The road to happiness, is pointless without a GPS in hand.
Your my saint so i will march on the long path like a high school color guard band.
Alone will be drawn out and exciting with my clumsy drunken love feet.
I hope that I, no I swear that I will make you happy to take my arm and be guided by me.
I'm stubborn like a tree that only moves in the wind, but I'm free.
I follow the latest trend in fashion so that I can stand out but I only want your eyes to see.

So I sit here pondering asking God and myself will this woman ever want to be with me.
Cause see I exposed my wrongs and I know I didn't come off with any kind of harm.
I not playing tricks and I'm not practicing like I'm about to perform.
There's only two things I want in this whole world, is to have you and the real you.
There's not much left for me to say but I will give you my all, that's from the heart I swear I'm true