Material or social media don't really matter to me. If I had it my way, it'd be us, at the beach with a big garden in the yard. With the both of us kicking it back. If I had it my way.
Fancy looks sounds pretty, but I just want to get my hands dirty. I want to use the tools God gave me, to make something of the day. To prove to myself I can do anything I put my heart into.
You can catch me painting with a blunt, on a Friday night. I feel safer, happier here, at your side.
I will shower you with gifts and kiss your feet. I'll make sure you always know what you mean to me. Just make sure you don't hurt me. I don't want to trade our intimacy for Anything.
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Under The Sun
SpiritualUnder The sun is poetry book with pros and con. This book contains poems for self help. A lot of the work comes from personal experience. And I hope you love and enjoy it. Thank you.
