He feels like strawberry chapstick
He feels like sunsets when he's smiling
He feels like being tipsy from red wine on a summer night
He feels like just a little while by the 502s
He feels like the first warm day in spring
He feels like waking up early for the sunrise
He feels like a Polaroid
He feels like fresh bedsheet's
He feels like smiling
He feels like waking up by sunbeams in your face
He feels like roadtrips and happy songs
He feels like Morgan Matson books
He feels like soft drenches of summerrain
He feels like vanilla scented candles
He feels like sour lemonade on ice
He feels like flannels
He feels like scribbling
He's orange
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Clarity
PoetrySometimes I write down what don't let me sleep at night. Maybe I create my own dreams with silent screams on the screen tonight. 90% made in nights, 100% made out of my honest thoughts written down in those Texts Poems, thoughts
