I was feeling real pretty today.
Makeup was applied to perfection and I let my
Hair blow in the wind carelessly
My skirt twirled beautifully beneath my knees
And I swear I felt the sun kiss my neck
Then I heard your name dissolve in a strangers mouth
And as I attempted to swallow the thought,
I choked and realized feeling pretty doesn’t matter
When you’re not whole.
*There is a melt ya mouf #5... but I'm keeping it to myself. =]
I swear I know how to count I swear!!
See you tomorrow, Johannesburg!
1 week ago