My skin dries out in winter
My nail-beds crack and bleed
So I reach for the lotion that
My fingers really need
But if lotion soothed each part of me
That was no longer whole
I'd squeeze it all out in my hands
And rub it on my soul
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
My skin dries out in winter
My nail-beds crack and bleed
So I reach for the lotion that
My fingers really need
But if lotion soothed each part of me
That was no longer whole
I'd squeeze it all out in my hands
And rub it on my soul
