There lit a scarecrow on the roof where underneath I lived my youth what did I know of naked truth is it my inner child inside I’m fighting? Now, I’m not comfy in my skin nor even like the state I’m in just wondering…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There lit a scarecrow on the roof where underneath I lived my youth what did I know of naked truth is it my inner child inside I’m fighting? Now, I’m not comfy in my skin nor even like the state I’m in just wondering…