Her hands over her streaking face
She screams
*Don't look at me*
And good god I look at her
I look past all that and I see
Underneath scratches and ticks
My god she's as lonely as me.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Her hands over her streaking face
She screams
*Don't look at me*
And good god I look at her
I look past all that and I see
Underneath scratches and ticks
My god she's as lonely as me.
