Aug 2020
Strings winding,
through and around.
Sharper than knives,
Yet softer than feathers.
Wrapped around my finger,
Connecting it’s vitality.
Is the red my fate...
Or just my blood,
through and around.
Sharper than knives,
Yet softer than feathers.
Wrapped around my finger,
Connecting it’s vitality.
Is the red my fate...
Or just my blood,
A friend started hinting that he likes me, but i don’t know if that’s true or it’s just my dramatic mind. I don’t even like him like that though...
