My head rest on your shoulder
Your hand rubs my back to comfort
I touch the recent mark
That the comforting hand made
I should run away from the monster
But who else will love me
With all the marks on my body
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My head rest on your shoulder
Your hand rubs my back to comfort
I touch the recent mark
That the comforting hand made
I should run away from the monster
But who else will love me
With all the marks on my body