Feb 2019
I swing through the trees
sing to the bees
give strength to the weak
am there when most bleak
Who Am I?
You are easy
You are simply somebody who sold their eyes
For a wooden mask
One who is no longer themselves
You are not human,
but worse
You are...
sing to the bees
give strength to the weak
am there when most bleak
Who Am I?
You are easy
You are simply somebody who sold their eyes
For a wooden mask
One who is no longer themselves
You are not human,
but worse
You are...
BIG GAY
