You hold me together the way bobby pins keep the hair out of my face. Keeping the distractions hidden from my eyes.
Spinning me in circles, except not like a carousal, but like a blender, slicing me into pieces at the same time.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
You hold me together the way bobby pins keep the hair out of my face. Keeping the distractions hidden from my eyes.
Spinning me in circles, except not like a carousal, but like a blender, slicing me into pieces at the same time.
