Poetry

Blue Jeans

The rain mist falls on my skin
Storm’s coming
It’s cool out
Music and a drink
Wish I smoked
I’m thinking about how much I like you
In your blue jeans
Trying to forget you at the same time
Until the end of time
I will feel you in me


Yes, it’s Lana inspired. It’s that kinda night.

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