Warm tea gone cold.

My life is not gold…

Where to go next?

Yes! I got a text!

It’s Jesus, I think.

I better just sink.

My sins are unspoken,

my heart is still broken.

Please, fix it my lover.

I want to recover.

Grabbing, pulling

that feeling

passionately wanting

you.

I love it when we get into a club and there’s no one dancing yet and they’re just standing around and then me and my friends just go into the middle of the dancefloor and start wildly dancing out asses off and suddenly everyone around us start to dance. Like they needed somebody to encourage them.