I ran out of ideas I count on my fingers,
I crossed the ocean without knowing a swimmer.
I can’t eat you, while I’m still getting thinner.
I hate the summer but I don’t love the winter,
She took me to church and she prayed me a sinner.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I ran out of ideas I count on my fingers,
I crossed the ocean without knowing a swimmer.
I can’t eat you, while I’m still getting thinner.
I hate the summer but I don’t love the winter,
She took me to church and she prayed me a sinner.