6d
A sewing needle pulls a red string
Taut against the flesh of my lips
By my own hand I am bound
From my mouth nothing slips
Taut against the flesh of my lips
By my own hand I am bound
From my mouth nothing slips
It's so hard to say anything that means everything. More often than not I resort to saying nothing and that's much worse. Someone tell me how not to be scared of everything.
