You’re a glass coke bottle
With a flower inside
The autumn leaves before they’ve died
You’re the chill in the air
In the morning light
You’re the bruises on my body
Would like to feel as confident about voicing every thought in my head as my uber driver this morning at 6am.
So I’m gonna start posting on here.
Hold me to it.
Love yall &
lots of love to that Uber driver fr.