Poetry · Writing

Wear My Hat

Baby you could wear my hat

if you got something to match-

 

the door was never open, or was it just a crack

and a seep of wind and breeze catches scent

and it’s amazing

 

hold the door open I’m gonna live here

the dreamy life of a loved one

and the life I want.

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