something's tickling my cheek
its the collar of his shirt
he looks so nice today
but i've yet to tell him
we've passed the cemetary now
there was a woman on her knees
She had a bitter, grim look on her face
I hope shes's okay
I hope her sadness with someday subside
I wonder what she is thinking now
I wonder if that's me
I think it is
The sun is really beaming today
Its high 90s
But I swear to god
It feels like 108
I wonder if this is happiness, if it's not then its something real close to it.
I'm thankful either way.