I think you are beneath me.
From your large callused hands to your mismatched shoes, think you are too low, in the hierarchy of things i would like, things i like
I like, dark skin, on white sheets, soft lips scented with whisky, i like tall guys with cute lashes i like goofy ass people who make me laugh, i like sarcasm and yet you,
You with yout mismatched shoes and belt got my attention and now am not really enthralled but more captivated than i have been in a while, you, see me say i have wrapped my principles soo thickly around me am in a cocoon you who thinks am too boujee, too intelligent yet.. Yet i know
You are not the one am looking for, you are just not it
make me more patient Lord, let me take it a day at a time,
make me stronger, let not the wicked ways of men sway me,
let your arms surround me and your peace engulf me.
let not my anger consume or pride lead me,
make me a woman after your own heart
make me grateful lord, let me not desire anothers portion,
anothers health, or wealth or life,
teach me to be the best version of me, the best person you want me to be
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Adrift, a shore, pieces of wood on the ocean.
Am an aimless soul seeking for more
My hopes a shroud, my love a blank,
Adrift a shore, pieces of log on the ocean.
Dont you wish to drown sometimes, just so you can test the depth?