You Left Marks All Over Me; Figuratively and Literally
Talking about us
Feels like when you have a bruise
And you press on it
You know you shouldn’t do it
And it hurts like hell
But for some reason
You can’t help but smirk
Talking about us
Feels like when you have a bruise
And you press on it
You know you shouldn’t do it
And it hurts like hell
But for some reason
You can’t help but smirk
Your poetry always delivers. /applause
I want a whole book!