VE·RI·TAS -noun Latin.
truth.

Breukelen Girl.

SPIT yO Game.

TALK yO Shit.

MIND OF HER OWN.





Saturday, August 22, 2009

sour sunset

Cool
Feels like a cool breeze
A soft sunset
The tingle of love
Like fighting gravity
Nothing is beating this high
He wants to touch the sky
&& he was too selfish to see that I too wanted to fly
Hand in hand
Cheek to cheek
My heart is still pumping
Just now to its own beat
Pumped pumped & away
I’ve rolled dolo for 18 years and a day
Leave it all alone
Let it go a stray
My love is no more
We’ve both departed
Love dissolved
Now I skip happily through puddles of sorrow
Dreaming of a better tomorrow
-Sour Sunset. 1.21.09

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