Letting it burn slowly, I need more time.
Smoke filled bedroom, laid up.
What’s the point of titles, when he still…
What happens when I chill,
Enjoy me, and my life?
Outside of him.
That’s love to me.. I still fight it a little,
with fear comes doubt.
Trying to figure it out.. My love.
The battle between, what I know is for me, and everything else.
I asked for him. We created this.
Telling those around me to remain free, and to make room for the things that they desire. That with doubt, brings only space to acquire. I’ll be here though, I’ll never tire. My life’s work is to always inspire.