I see my desires float around him It's perfect—he has no tie to me. No hobby, no information. He reminds me of smoke, that when you open the door, it wafts out in breezes. So the thought of him is light and I become forgetful. -kerry e mckenna
Author, "Tartan & Other Hereditary Patterns" a Lyric Memoir
I see my desires float around him It's perfect—he has no tie to me. No hobby, no information. He reminds me of smoke, that when you open the door, it wafts out in breezes. So the thought of him is light and I become forgetful. -kerry e mckenna