Random
Blackberry juice
stains my skin,
my hand is covered in stick.
The pretty things
I wish I had
are gone and now I’m sick.
A gentle story
of love and loss
is told and stays unwritten.
My beating heart
that makes me sing
stops as soon as bitten.
stains my skin,
my hand is covered in stick.
The pretty things
I wish I had
are gone and now I’m sick.
A gentle story
of love and loss
is told and stays unwritten.
My beating heart
that makes me sing
stops as soon as bitten.