Nov 2014
You're so happy to see that they've got burn marks where their nettles were and scars from lost nails
And then they turn around and you see the poison ivy growing up their spine
It's just lonely
And then they turn around and you see the poison ivy growing up their spine
It's just lonely
It's midnight and I still have this analogy in my head
There are so few role models that I can trust
See previous poem
There are so few role models that I can trust
See previous poem
