Jul 2019
Fresh peaches and
Hunting for
Seashells
In my head
Laying on my bed
Watching windows
Flash past
On a train
I've only seen
Once or twice
In scattered dreams
Wondering where
The hours went
Hunting for
Seashells
In my head
Laying on my bed
Watching windows
Flash past
On a train
I've only seen
Once or twice
In scattered dreams
Wondering where
The hours went
Borrowed some stuff from Peach Pit. Oops.
