Without You, The Mornings Grew Quiet.. i miss that.
(romantic poem #9) i havent posted these poems for a long time
Nothing like a fresh, tart raspberry in the morning to get your blood flowing!
Stand still , let the rain touch your skin, Let the wind blow your thoughts
I actually prefer breakfast burritos from McDonald’s but that’s harder to fit in a poem It's coffee...my life juice is coffee I sleep when it is dark and wake up when it is still dark. And it's a process.
Source: https://lucid-gland.tumblr.com/post/183892955299/mornings-a-process A short and silly poem. Thanks for reading 💙 I don't really know what time it is, wherever your reading this but this is for you! Enjoy! ( You should probably grab a snack ) Our little furry friends can't help it, They love laying with humans.
Collection of thoughts and prose. Book dedicated to someone special. lower case intended.