All I had to do was drive..
I just want to make art for the sake of it. I just want to express myself through it. I use it to say my piece. It’s therapy. It allows me a way of coping.
I can still feel the shadow of your touch,
Taste the passion of your kiss
lookin’ for a lover who will come on in and cover me
you still won’t understand
There’s a special hustle spirit in someone who will endure not only a marathon of spontaneous dance routines, but do so in the early summer humidity of the Big Easy
One last breath ’til the tears start to wither
always. every time.
Well except that cracked window stuff.
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