There's been a rattling in my ribs since I met you.
My skin, paper thin.
The wind wraps itself around me the way you used to.
And when you're here, I'm see through.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
There's been a rattling in my ribs since I met you.
My skin, paper thin.
The wind wraps itself around me the way you used to.
And when you're here, I'm see through.
