Apr 2015
And I wish the words grew out of my skin
Not from my head to my mouth to my hands to a pen
Blurred thoughts taste better in dark ink
Than in spirals blooming from my head
Not from my head to my mouth to my hands to a pen
Blurred thoughts taste better in dark ink
Than in spirals blooming from my head
writing doodles
(don't like this one too much but oh well)
(don't like this one too much but oh well)
