Dope As I Am
Thoughts are a beautiful array
of wonderment.
Making one wonder
where winter went?
Especially when found
in the warmth of arms
meant for betterment.
Heaven sent.
Floated in on a whisper
and I've been chasing
that kiss ever since.
What month is this?
Surely now is God's greatest gift?
Unwrapped and displayed
causing my mind dismay
as if she were a PS5
and I knew all the codes
to unlock her most
desired functions.
Tell me sweet something's.
Let me hold something.
Yeah. There it is,
your entire spirit rubbing
against my mental.
I don't even care
what day it is.
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