G Peoples
Another Sunrise on the terrace,
These are the delicate moments that I cherish.
Ash tray, cherries, and stories flying about like fairies
With each inhale a new fairy-tale curled up in opaque clouds swiftly vanishing with style after each exhale.
Morning breath, warm smiles, onyx hair running wild
Puffy eyes and fuzzy pjs
-What a world your presence creates
Your comfort is a fur coat on a chilly soul needing warming
She’s my soothing cup of tea during a gracious Sunday morning
Today I feel like being me Just for today can I pretend that I’m free? I see protest in the streets, police beating children younger than me, new age war, With new age beliefs. The colored people fill
You wake up with hair entangled, puffy eyes and a dry smile Wondering how you left yourself in peace but came back so wild. I find myself most taken aback by your beauty, when you first wake up.... ne
This is us The lost but still joyful The hurt but still happy ...How beautiful it is to walk the line of our contradictions. With our minds all over the place yet so still in one space How can you tel