i tumbled over my brain today;
felt my stomach ache, but nothing from your gaze. i sit here, a turnip, turned over, plucking dreams from my skin. one by two buy one. latched on arthritic eyes, i understood. leeched all i could.
maybe i'm a tomato.
i tumbled over my brain today;
felt my stomach ache, but nothing from your gaze. i sit here, a turnip, turned over, plucking dreams from my skin. one by two buy one. latched on arthritic eyes, i understood. leeched all i could.
maybe i'm a tomato.