Me encanta el cafe;
I love to drink coffee
Pero mi papa
But my dad
Has always told me I’d stop growing
If I drank too much
With revolution on your tongue
you tell me
you’re tired
But
I look into your eyes
and i know.
I know
Little Girl Black- Songs of Leaving and Letting Go That the High Priestess Taught Me (Pt. 1)
“A Mo(u)rning Song”
The sun rises in the east
As do I
Amidst a fog