I was going to write about her
What if felt like to want her
How it feels now
But she woke up the next morning
Used my mouthwash
And left the cap half off
And I think that pretty much sums it up
YOU ARE READING
Whims of a weary traveler
PoetryDo you want to know my life? Do you want to read the whims of a weary traveler? Are you too a lost boy holding the pieces of his life in his hands? Read if you dare know the soul of a wanderer looking for home.
