And still…

Every minute made me old 7 years of peeling whispered conversations And still These walls were white And my lips weren't planted on your forehead Your silhouette weren't in my palms But I could smell your white diamond decorated in the remembrance of fear And still Your heart hadn't made it home ©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019

Jhene Aiko Playlist: Flawed Beauty

"On nights like this, I ride Turn the music up to keep from crying Wait 'til that sunshine Please don't let the darkness keep me low Halfway to the home base, yeah Like a field trip, woah It's a real trip" -Jhene Aiko Trip ft. Mali     How does music make you feel? Music… Continue reading Jhene Aiko Playlist: Flawed Beauty