Colors

I grew up on jazz, blues, & hip hop.

With a suitcase always packed.

The soul of love I learned by hearing the rain pour itself down an umbrella.

Growing up on burbon & tequila...

see that gives you the strength of a broken heart and the feels of an old soul.

I learned to danced to words of hurt grown folks, and it colored my mind of a lost romance I still have yet to find.

I have loved many but they're just lessons of my years of the years of search.

I tell hell of a good story, don't I...

See I grew to share values with untold words and how I can twist and turn everything into something.

I've been down harder ever since the day I've met them, seems they turn evil in my heart.

But I grew up to jazz... blues... and hiphop

And the type of love I crave with colors of hurt.

-jossyflowers🌹