You are like shards
Of broken glass
That I am still picking out of my skin.
Everytime I think you're gone,
I shift a little
And feel more pieces of you
Working their way in.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
You are like shards
Of broken glass
That I am still picking out of my skin.
Everytime I think you're gone,
I shift a little
And feel more pieces of you
Working their way in.
