Mar 5
Hefty litter filled my mind,
Clean it up with your sleight of hand,
A lil’ bit of kick to start the endless run,
It appears again—it’s you I’ll always want;
Half bruised heart, intertwined—
Keep your eyes, always on mine.
Clean it up with your sleight of hand,
A lil’ bit of kick to start the endless run,
It appears again—it’s you I’ll always want;
Half bruised heart, intertwined—
Keep your eyes, always on mine.
I made this literally because my mind feels like a trashcan and it's overflowing with litter—in this case, words. That's exactly what inspired me, lol.
