i want to build a home with my hands
i want splinters in my feet
i want to build a home with my hands
i want to put out the fire with my feet
i want to build a town on my belly
i want to watch it beneath my chin
i want to grow a town on by belly
the foundation is my skin
i want to start a family of strangers
i want a family of friends
i want to start a family of strangers
i want one big heart to mend
i want to grow a garden across my chest
i want wet soil on my hands
i want to grow a garden across my chest
i want a home with friends and plants
About Me
- lady goodman
- this is a place where i post what i like. music. documentaries. randoms. info. poetry. scraps. muck. good stuff.
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