i can still smell it
kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.
in my plaid shirt i sit
i drink tea
and eat musk sticks.
i play guitar
and dream of clouds.
i wish for you again.
i wish for your scent.
kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.
i wish for your voice
sweet like honey and mylk.
i wish for your touch
leaving blazing trails of goosebumps.
in my plaid shirt i sit.
i like the quiet when im there.
its almost like you’re back.
kind of like musk sticks
and black tea.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
i can still smell it
kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.
in my plaid shirt i sit
i drink tea
and eat musk sticks.
i play guitar
and dream of clouds.
i wish for you again.
i wish for your scent.
kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.
i wish for your voice
sweet like honey and mylk.
i wish for your touch
leaving blazing trails of goosebumps.
in my plaid shirt i sit.
i like the quiet when im there.
its almost like you’re back.
kind of like musk sticks
and black tea.
does anyone have any advice for improving this? please tell me.
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