i don’t think

i don’t think


i don’t think…

the women of my past did me justice. when i consider how creative this mind has become, i don’t remember when my Mother, grandMother or her Mother warned me at how explosive it would also be in my Mind. this creative consciousness consumes me and there is nothing else that i can think about, but You.

i think of You all day long. i dream of You and i wait for You to come back to me. You are reading this now, aren’t You? i am waiting…

tick tock, says the clock…

i am still waiting for

You to come


~Steph Bird


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