daydream eyes Posted on September 1, 2021 by davidguerrieriwrites For every bad breath morning For every kitty litter night The only thing I’d change was the fabric softener, which still lingers like her kiss in my daydream eyes Where the message is pure as fresh cut grass The smell of sage and Himalayan Shilajit Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Words Of An Average White Male 