1:11 AM

To see you before I sleep

The final thought

I think

Boat made of glass

So we don’t sink

Overflowing with love

So we fall like a leak

High pitch love squeak

So happily we greet

Each other

As if it was our first meeting

Not even tryna be conceited

But if you seen

The green of their beam

As if I’m indulging in absurd things

When I’m just openly

Expressing my abundance and my dreams

So under the radar I float

So many blessings

But no need to gloat

My only hope

Is to deliver the dope

Through the experiences

I never spoke

I know it’s late

But are you woke?

By Orisha Sevyn

Divine Spirit | Mother | BS | MBA HR + PA | Spiritual Leader | Greetings! I am here to speak my truth & resonate w/ those who need a little Moore guidance. šŸ¦‹āœØ

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