"shortsleeve" poems
I'm so ready to feel spring again
I want tears on my face the day of
To wake up and spring out
Just dress in a shortsleeve shorts skin - and underwear
Then sprint out into a yard, either one
Then feel spring and feel young(er) and feel something
I've known you can't go to a golden past
I've just never learned, I don't think
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC