Spit it out
Complainer
Under your skin
I know what's under your skin
All these arms
Made for me
To hold me down when I sleep
Blessed with visions of these dreams
Where I can sit
In silence
And I made them cut their hair
And we slept in the same bed
And they tried to understand
How it really felt
To be quiet
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
