I believe in air and growing hair patches puberty, free me liberty. All lives matter, same old batter, never quite right too dark or light. We live too long to love a song or smoke a **** or love her ****. Oh My God, I do confess it's true.
Golden seams hard to mine deep down in the heart of things; ancestral stirrings, and deeper still; a moments reflection within a star; Sun poets before the first dawn.
Remember you said you would rather be dead than to live a life without cause God, how honourable then I thought you were my saviour and I drank your presence like the sweetest wine I clung to your every word like a long lost disciple All I ever wanted to be was the perfect daughter perfect friend perfect girl but you left without teaching me how to be just like you
Today I will hang my Winter curtains thick and soft as a cat's full belly December throw your gauntlet full blast the rain, the wind can roar they will not step inside my door for every sound becomes a purr when I have donned my seasonal fur