My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
It’s quite a process To create a person
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in Is that your cue To start again?
It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
Sometimes I think I’ve lived a ha… And then I remember I’ve never been a teenage girl
