93 degree, sweat dripping, AC broken day dreams...
LIKE A MIRAGE.. thoughts appearing and disappearing of you as the heat in the room seaps into my mind and takes control...
Miles away, no contact, and my mind begins to spin...
Will he come home to me? Will we be happy? Is this real?
Of course this is real...
The AC is just broken...
Not my heart.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
93 degree, sweat dripping, AC broken day dreams...
LIKE A MIRAGE.. thoughts appearing and disappearing of you as the heat in the room seaps into my mind and takes control...
Miles away, no contact, and my mind begins to spin...
Will he come home to me? Will we be happy? Is this real?
Of course this is real...
The AC is just broken...
Not my heart.
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