Priscillas Stories

If life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade, put them in your bra and werk it - Tyler Oakley

I'll turn, you into a poem, So then, you I can keep, Take a seat, concrete your my evidence, Discrete, with elite hide in my closet, This ink, was meant just for you, Are you aware, of just how significant you are, My dear, my armor is what shields you, A golden halo, illuminates the streaks of your hair, Like hope across, your head oh ye of much faith, Landscape, your mindscape it's all the same, The way you, grab hold of my thoughts, Sensible you, How I dream of you, Our time, is near to conquer defeat, Hold onto, my hand without doubt, Am I, good enough for you, You came, knocking at my door with love, The love, from within will never die, Your exuberant heart is a gift from God. -A poem by Kev Chino'