i’ll be your denim jacket lucid dream in a laundry machine twirling swirling heat waves early july too hot for a denim jacket taking it off sitting down in a rose garden sweat, the only thing that sticks close to me i’ll be your light blue crop top cute little prop in a pop up shop stop drop fourth of july too hot to even fake a smile
ok, i like this poem, but i am just wayy too nervous about my chem grade atm