Your not-so-birthday gift

There are no bows, gift wraps and glue,
When my introvert mind is Pandora's box.
Loosen the ropes at your own expense.
Monstrous butterflies may hunt foxes;
Where Sea gulls have gills and fawns are tame,
Even then, don't be scared honey.
There are no secret passwords.
Just odes, ballads and irony
That you might enjoy compliments from a man;
Who studies your face for a portrait,
When really, he's illustrating you naked.
Dont be furious even then.
Sometimes my thoughts come unhinge.
Dancing out of the line of syngergism.
My melancholic cabeza binges,
On what seems to be fun rhymes and rhythms.
So, I cant promise you sunsets and happy endings.
Just maybe a stanza or two.
So I hope you like me in a box,
Wait...how grave!
I hope you accept me as a gift.
Even though it's not your birthday.

Author's Note

Just thoughts on my thoughts