Waves crashing on the beach.
I feel peachy to know
The secret inside your mind.
I don’t mean to hide.
I just want an honest answer.
Do you prefer
Grilled or fried?
I’m not too picky.
I like both.
I haven’t smoked
In a month.
Terrible habit, it is.
The sun is setting
In the purple sky.
One last glimpse
And then it’s gone.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 