things I have been thinking about
My Mine
And sometimes,
in summertime bliss, sundering amiss,
she walked past me.
I smelled her kiss.
She was beautifully light, soaking.
She was my mine, in my mind, my mine.
in summertime bliss, sundering amiss,
she walked past me.
I smelled her kiss.
She was beautifully light, soaking.
She was my mine, in my mind, my mine.
