A poem I wrote today:
“4:00 am walks at the lake,
vibe’n to some Elijah Blake,
doing whatever feels great. Beginning to feel like this was fate.
Getting high under the constellation.
Compatible horoscopes elevates our relations.
2 impatient souls trying to be patient.
This might be love that were creating.
But who knows?
Only God controls…
Give you a rush, while I’ll take it slow.
Stare into your eyes and see the reflection of my soul.
Feel the warmth when both bodies close, though hearts are cold….”
(All I’ve got so far)"