You were made in the image of me, so I see God in you, Queen. You are beautiful, and I’m stuck like a deer in headlights. What does your soul taste like?
Treat yourself as the person you want to be, and you will become that. I want to be free. Pictures courtesy of Bella Kinks.
Music and a book.
Dear God make me a bird, so I can fly far, far far away
Call your phone on a late night
I recall your soul and it taste like
Gardens, flowers, Warm Winds
Quit clipping on your feet
Quit clipping on your wings
Sometimes we hate to leave somebody
Whats happening to we?
Warm winds on a space ride
Sometimes, I call your name out loud
Just to make sure it’s you
Sometimes, I crack my veins so bad
Just to see if it’s blue
You clean me up
Sometimes I bite my lips and close my eyes Just to pretend it’s you
Long live, lonely thoughts on Thursday nights
That’s when I think of you
We were all thirteen once
Long live tramp stamps and Pepper Ann
You will never judge me for that
You will always love me for that
Thank you for being here with me. Chase your soul through the gardens, flowers, and warm winds. “Sometimes I bite my lips and close my eyes, thinking of you.” Remember good things. Let’s not hide from the truth. Say what you want. Do what you please. And when it is necessary, leave. It’s all good. -Shila Iris
Reblogged this on Raising A Woman Of Destiny.
Thanks for the reblog! Peace and love!