Brooklyn the youth worker,
I discard profiles every day.
Bombarded with girls that have little say.
What comes from their aura is the same as before. I delete the app, and leave wanting more.
Empty slogans and skulling cans. I just want a real woman who has service in their plans.
To give their gift until they drop dead. And wake up in the morning with coffee in bed.
The app is a lie. The truth is we can do better. Nothing like two strangers writing a love letter.
0488488164, write me instead.
Let the other girls think communication is dead.
With Love,
Kristian Michail
