Mar 2017
Me
From where we are
Or where we're going
We could be anything
Anything at all
Her*
Not shaking*
It's just my brilliance
Trying to get out
From where we are
Or where we're going
We could be anything
Anything at all
Her*
Not shaking*
It's just my brilliance
Trying to get out
During one late night poetry show, I got carried away with a blue pen. I wrote on my arm, and then hers.
(F/My Music Studio)
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