I will wrap up my scars in a bouquet I left a jar at your window
lay them gently on your door step filled with sighs and cigarette butts
ring your doorbell so you could get high in the morning
and runaway off of my sleepless nights of
boredom and sadness
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
I will wrap up my scars in a bouquet I left a jar at your window
lay them gently on your door step filled with sighs and cigarette butts
ring your doorbell so you could get high in the morning
and runaway off of my sleepless nights of
boredom and sadness
can you dig it? it's bad, i know this.
Oh, yeah two separate columns are two separate poems.
