the Scale was in balance, at a time.
two different objects on either end,
physical mental
yet still, it would remain steady.
something now was off, an unbalance.
where is this balance? why did it leave?
is this a lesson? is this a dream?
looking in deeper, realization kicked in
no one could know if it would return, only I
for it is Me, not unsteady, but confused
Laid eyes on you, knew we would marry Lips slightly bigger than mine, pink like tree, cherry Immaculate coils, sitting on caramel shoulders Beautiful lioness, petite hors d’oeuvre Beautiful soul, know
“next stop Sycamore & Drake” it gets repetitive right? hitting the same spots every day. But I guess I kinda like it “next stop Sycamore, Russel, U-mall” a Bit soothing in a way But I think I needa br
In time of Silver rain, it rained through the dark sky. Sky, the vast variations of blue that spread above, above the people on this land. We land here in hopes for a better life, to live on this land
