March 21st, 2021 13:02
I sat outside taking in the Sunday sun, warming up from the sun.
Two cops go by
Fuck you, keep it moving. I’m just a hippy.
Smoking in my city.
I can’t wait to see your city
You’re the thing on my mind
You and your daughter.
You know your name, you have me.
With that smile, we’re in a trance.
Those eyes, they are my home
You are my home.
See I can’t write about anything else that’s on my mind.
You’re on my mind, my mind goes to you.
I’m in love with you,
I love soaking up the sun.
I love watching you shine.
About the author
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.