that I day I never told you about
those scars still on my knees
trying to feel something
your question like a breeze
YOU ARE READING
A Clown's Ramblings
Poetrythings don't go as planned my shoes in hand don't talk until I'm out the door
Scars
that I day I never told you about
those scars still on my knees
trying to feel something
your question like a breeze
