Mar 2014
my hands are webs that let the spiders creep in,
my legs roots for the ground,
a human body is not all I am.
I anchor myself,
yet roll with the tide.
yet I still need you by my side.
my legs roots for the ground,
a human body is not all I am.
I anchor myself,
yet roll with the tide.
yet I still need you by my side.
