DIARY- the goods.
June 2013
I wish I had my own crib..
so i could have people over and make all these yummy appetizers and cocktails from pinterest!
Even the thought of it all
Just makes me fucken sad
But the notion brushes my thoughts periodically throughout the day
And it coats my brain with thick, miserable layers
It covers the happier thoughts
Suffocates them
So now, that’s all I know
I bump the old tunes
to help bring me back to better days.
Body Language.
I’m tryna
Wrap my legs around your thoughts
You explain to me, your love, with
Definitive tongues
We converse in a dialect
Not so vocal
But
universal
We connect on a level you parallel to myself
Riding between the lines
We vibe on multiple dimensions
On the surface, 3rd and shallow
We slip down to deeper lands
He explores the wetter settings as i get to know his love
