In the past
Michigan, on the road again.
I feel Like I've had writers block, all week.
Just not feeling right.
It was you .
You, I was missing.
Michigan, can we kiss again?
I know I’ve usually been known for falling too fast before.
But somehow we made our friendship last.
We’ve seen the ghost in me
Just kiss me!
I’ll find you
The king man, you
You can make me.
Your smile shines through to your soul.
And in your eyes I want to dive.
I want to be with you always.
No more exits please. Lets stay on this road we’re on.
The road I planned for myself. A journey. A journey to home.
Home to you and that beautiful soul, your daughter.
I love you. I love you both.
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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