I've got a sandpaper face,
Burned, calloused hands,
And a stone for a heart.
You speak in velvet,
You write in cursive,
And there's butter in your chest.
You will soften me;
I will harden you.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
I've got a sandpaper face,
Burned, calloused hands,
And a stone for a heart.
You speak in velvet,
You write in cursive,
And there's butter in your chest.
You will soften me;
I will harden you.