and the rain taps it's
fingers upon my window
and in a gust of fog and mist
it asks me to open up
(i just want to visit!)
but I know if I do so
I will return to the state that
once found myself in.
(I'm getting better.)
(No you're not).
YOU ARE READING
bones
Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
