Mar 15
The permanent markers,
Not caring who I,
Really am,
Down deep inside.
But I just sit.
And I just wait.
For what can I do,
Over something,
That claims to be making me,
Great.
Or at least,
Greater.
Not caring who I,
Really am,
Down deep inside.
But I just sit.
And I just wait.
For what can I do,
Over something,
That claims to be making me,
Great.
Or at least,
Greater.
