you know, the girls with straw for brains and dry rot in their minds-
always have the most to say.
flames of pain and regret spit from their burned lips.
and remember
fire will always spread faster if you are dry.
in which i write poems about love and growing up and everything that comes in between עוד
you know, the girls with straw for brains and dry rot in their minds-
always have the most to say.
flames of pain and regret spit from their burned lips.
and remember
fire will always spread faster if you are dry.