THIS AINT ME TALKIN, ITS THE DEMONIC INTELLECT THAT TAKES OVER WHEN IM SLEEP WALKIN
I wouldn't call myself a writer, just a girl who can’t sleep. won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free.
..BACK TO PARIDISE I GO
Goodbye polluted Houston air,
Hello warm salty sea breeze
Goodbye pothole damaged slabs of concrete,
Helloo white sand between my toes
Goodbye Razzamatazz Jamba juice for lunch,
HELLO Mango Margaritas on the beach; Leagally.
Goodbye overwhelming closet of clothes,
Hello Bikini; Optional
……..leaving friday
…………….returing, maybe..
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