Mornings Like ThisA Poem by Tamika Finley
Awake to Wiz Khalifa's voice.
Would love to roll a joint. Allow my mind to float freely. I just want to feel free. Old days where I would roll up some OG Kush or Purple Haze. Find myself walking to the park, looking at the streets through a daze. Mornings like this is all the mornings I seek. The herb helps expose me to me, so I guess that it's just me I seek. I fell in love with the me that I would begin to see. The old me, I guess, I just miss. Mornings like this, I guess, I just miss.
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Added on December 27, 2015 Last Updated on December 27, 2015 AuthorTamika FinleyDetroit, MIAboutI am from Detroit, Michigan but I'll be moving to Florida to start my college experience in the fall. I love to read and write, listen to music, laugh. Sex and the city, Dexter and that 70's show are .. more..Writing
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