the warm air
reminds me of you
reminds me of april
i am on that bus again
in front of a steak and shake
wondering if you'd love
the cookies and cream milkshake
as much as i do
wondering if i'd ever know
wondering if you'd ever know
that when i hear Ohio
i think of you
when i think of 6am gyms
fifty degrees out in april
i am reminded of you
but now it's march
and soon it'll be april
and maybe i'll be back
in front of a steak and shake
ordering you a milkshake
or if i'll be back at that gym
at the crack of dawn
seeing the sunrise
and wishing things were different
YOU ARE READING
n o n s e n s e
Poesiaa collection of nonsense poems that mean a lot to me, and nothing to most.
