Writing You Into Existence
More than love, I want peace.
I desire a type of friendship that challenges me. A fresh perspective. Home and a wildfire, burn like a forest fire.
Don’t come for me and mine, but you’ve got options and a limited amount of time. You’ve got access to them all. Everyone has a body, but can you see their soul?
What makes me holy is that I’m kind. Soft and sweet like lemons squeeze for summertime. I think you could learn a thing or two from me. I think I could reach my potential if you ride with me.
I know you know, you’re beautiful. I know you know you’re fine. Many poor souls fall head over heels for you. Must be the brown that’s in your eyes, or maybe it’s blue like the sea or my favorite color, the perfect shade of green.
I’ve got scars on my face, subtle space between my teeth. Far from perfect, imperfect actually, but perfectly made and beautiful.
I’m not the kind of beautiful that has no flaws, but the kind that is very much flawed. And I talked to someone the other day who told me that I was a fish in a bowl. And I laughed and said, I’m sorry my friend, for you’re mistaken, but I am not the fish. You see, I am the ocean it swims in.
I don’t mean to sound cliche, but please know that I’m not like the rest. I don’t care about the physique of you, so there’s no need to try and impress. But I would like to undress your mind, that spiritual essence that lives—it’s divine.
Late night drive, breakfast in the morning.
Sweet red wine
That Bob Marley “Is This Love?” type of vibe.
Energy futuristic, skin thriving, deep diving into the pool of our insecurities, healing our trauma, caressing our pain, loving our flaws. Been through it all, but I’ve got hope and I’ve got faith.
And once I’m done with you, you’ll believe in love, you’ll learn to dance, you’ll believe in salvation, miracles, and you’ll watch the stars and wonder how they align so perfectly without God even trying.
Meteorites striking, fire to the dirt.
I’ll be a good listener as long as you do your part as my protector.
And with skin like the soil of the earth, how could you ever underestimate the magnitude of your worth?
