Big fat no. Fresh tube. Miss her. What happened to it → you sleepwalk through life: Man. Man let’s get the fuck out of here and go home. I have wonders on my plate. Y’all are in super light communment. Super tight communion. Pregnant tarot—crane handed out in the window. Me talk to Man and…
Tag: Poems
No Cloud In Her Thoughts
Who ever came up with “when it rains, it pours” Like Murphy’s law it teeters, it saws I really relate to heartache and drone Still on the other spectrum Life’s beauty is strong I see each part, a vital piece to peace within, because you appreciate the win when you stand in the rain heart…
Your Red Pen Is High
I aim true and my goal is not low { I dig your freedom flow } I try to keep myself pretty incognito but there’s somethings you just can’t hide { I think it’s cute when you bring out your inner side } Pictures are my wounded words blood and a couple more pens and…