I left my home without need.
It’s my home, why shall I feel it?
Why shall I need it?
But like the tongue lets us speak
how do we know its worth?
I ran and I walked, worked and I talked.
I ate breakfast from a shop.
Tea from a cup.
I remembered my home and my rack
where I’d lay my back and bag.
But it’s my home, why shall I need it?
My rack is to lay
and to lay is just to lay.
Nothing more.
I stayed out until the evening,
drenched in cold inside this coat.
Strode in it, I strode.
To my home I strode.
I got to my home with need.
My warm abode and soft repose.
Heaven, heaven.
My home, heaven.
It is my home, why shall I feel it?
Why shall I need it?
i just unfollowed a btch who said she dont like the birds singing in the morning 😂😂 we too old to not b enjoying life fck outta here u mìserable aśś btch😂😂😂😂😂
"men want to treat women like sex slaves, but not me! pick me! i am le epic lesbian so i am morally superior to all those ugly fat rapist men who also love raping and probably hitler too"
as if men aren't capable of wanting intimacy and love and to hold a woman they love lmao