She wanted to write

[creativesoul]

But fell in love
She wanted to paint
But cleaned the house
Dates get stuck on your shoes
So much smoke
She could not breathe

Stars glistening
Music festival beautiful people
Here in coachella

She wanted to have faith
But had so much fear

She wanted to be in love
But it takes too much time
I cannot seem to paint or write
When that magnetically charged slut wakes up
She just consumes the man in a swallowing motion
Points to her kangaroo pouch
Bounces back to the brushes and color

People say “ oh you are so funny”
Well we were having lunch next to the oldest people
I have ever seen
I think the old woman nodding out in her food
Got my attention

Never a dull moment
She listens to healing sounds on utube
Meditation that cleans your chakras
Like a spiritual laundromat
Breathe
It’s ok
Still content just rearranged
She did not need to travel anymore

[the mingo]

She did not need to travel anymore

Me & You & a bottle of Mr. Clean ought to just about do it, don't ya think?

[saw]

loved the spiritual laundromat reference....
nice account throughout

[creativesoul]

Thank you -