Sep 2011
Bald* like an eagle when born
Loud like a war has begun
Hot like lava from a volcano
Warm like an apple pie
sweet like the tears in my eyes
sour like buttermilk
solf like a *quilt
This is me all of these thing and i will remain the same
even from all this pain.
Loud like a war has begun
Hot like lava from a volcano
Warm like an apple pie
sweet like the tears in my eyes
sour like buttermilk
solf like a *quilt
This is me all of these thing and i will remain the same
even from all this pain.
