Lay me down on a coarse cloth
When im cold;
For i had never been a girl
Of honey and silk.
The rough sharp ridges
And the stinging rays
Had always spoke for me.
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Messy Bun
PoesiaMessy Bun is all about my handwritten lyrical poems featuring the dark and bright side and everything i feel about life. Its my first work on wattpad created with all the love.i hope you like it :)
