Mar 2019
You see the smile
not the scars.
You see the beauty
not the beatings.
You see the present
not the past.
So why throw your words at me,
when you could throw your arms around me?
not the scars.
You see the beauty
not the beatings.
You see the present
not the past.
So why throw your words at me,
when you could throw your arms around me?
