Crisp, refreshing mint juleps When I finish planting these tulips
Owning a house is dream A capitalist scheme
Millennial bravado When you choose avocado
My soon to be husband and I are looking into buying a cheep house in Utah. Wish us luck. There have been and continues to be many hoops to jump through. He mentions how it feels like an out, if we some how manage to become home owners. "Rent" will become cut in half and spread a little further. F*ck Capitalism! It keeps the poor-poor and the rich even richer.
~~~~~If------ *I want *to hold something *wholly good in my hands thinking of you beloved true love in the forest laying I'd hold two sacred long avocado shaped seeds in my hands ever so gently stroking both Day dreaming Of the one king who loved me the most in this whole wide world My twin flame twin soul Great among great elite Richest among richest King among kings My wilderness Ghost Lord ~~~~~ By:Karijinbba Copy Rights Apply 2020
I miss you wishing you recalling your creative writing class -rdd/bba-74-75.
With a lion growling in my stomach So carefully and without a sound, I made my way upstairs and into the kitchen To fetch a delicious snack for this lion That calls itself my stomach
As I opened the refrigerater And as the pale white light it emitted Illuminated the room, My eyes began to scan the shelves for something to eat. When all of the sudden They landed on a strange Blackish- brownish- greenish Lump.
What is this strange lump? I thought to myself. So with the bravery of a thousand warriors, I extended my arm And lifted the container. I removed the lid. And inside What I found Was
¿Quien eres tu? Yo ya no te conozco Ya han pasado los meses Y tu has cambiado Te cortaste tu pelo Ya no me hablas igual ¿Quien eres tu? Y que hiciste con mi novio El que me quiera Y me decia chula de cariño Me daba besos y abrasos Yo a ti ya no te conozco
You won't be my date to fair And that's not fair I cry to my mom once a week God I feel so weak All you did was lie And now all I do is lie We don't say good morning You being gone has me in mourning All I do now is write About how neither of us was right You stung me like a bee But I will let you be I need something new to see I should go to the sea