Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Red Lips
Pink Nipples
Black Tattoos
Brown Pubes
Pink Pussy
White Thighs
Purple Knees
Yellow Toes
I know I can be full on.
But I am only a reflection of what’s been going on in the world.
Violence in words and actions translates my behaviours into love and obsession,
Creativity flowing with words and brushstrokes.
At a crossroad.
Thirteen years in the making
He will hop on a train like a king.
Be my guest, be my guest
I’ll show you a good time of unrest.
I’ll show you my art, my music
My boobies will be yours to lick.
On the borderline, it’s fun to see
The monsters, and amid the chaos
Here is little me
Everything makes sense,
Some things are not pretty.
Some are drop dead beautiful;
It's the Big Bang Theory.
Things are what they are,
Just like you are who you are
And I am in a heightened state
Of finding every sense
Where I laugh a lot, I cry sometimes
Not always of sadness or glee.
Here I am singing this song
Hoping and aching for your arms
And then you message me
The chemistry is incredibly strong
I feel you feel me
Time & Space immaterial
Oh, and here's what my knee is looking like these days...
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