Oct 2014
Wooden hands
Bruising random shapes
On my bare thighs.
Wooden hands
Leaving me covered
In rainbow lies.
And when wooden hands
Cross my mind,
They come in the form
Of sunshine.
F.Z.N
Bruising random shapes
On my bare thighs.
Wooden hands
Leaving me covered
In rainbow lies.
And when wooden hands
Cross my mind,
They come in the form
Of sunshine.
F.Z.N
