magoski
We picnic along
streams
of consciousness
watching. ourselves dancing
in the sky above
long summer grass
forgot what we packed
doesn't matter
didn't matter
warm
is your smile
sticky are your lips
thick is your kiss
I can't get past the thought
what it might have been
what it could've been
what it should have been
Nothing's better
than sittin' here
thinking of you
Nothing's better to do
sittin' here
thinking
of you