Seven and eighth grade I dream of
being like Dana scully
Only to fall In love with
Meek yt humansome
Doctor
While being fbi.

Ninth and tenth grade
Dream of being a fem yakuza
Who invites her underlings
Into a world of love


Present day: I got you

Enough talk more action
As that I want you
To
Kiss me at sun
Down
On a fine September evening
On the back porch
Between sun set and dusk
I want more of you
And less pillow talk
My love.

Hill Morty
I just want you
To kiss me
Softly and gently
Under the moon
On the hospital roof
In the light
Of the moon
Like you said you would
And see that sparkle
In your eyes as we kiss
Passionately.

I
Eat
My
Muffin
For
Breakfast
Than
I
think
to
my self
I
Am
Going
For a
Little
Walk
To
Wake
Me
Up
And
Get
My
Creative
Juices
Going.

Pain the ***
Traumatized braim must
Swirl the
**** baoding ***** in my hand.

My eyes heavy
It is temping to fall
Back to sleep
But I know
What Awaits
If ****
A nightmare
So I force my self to stay awake
Its hard
Will I go to the pub
Don't know.

Waking up
To the
Freaking news
What a way to start
The day when you have
Ptsd
Not a positive start
Groggy and moody
F this crap