Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle through my eye...
...Please sow it up with some thread, so I can finally go back to bed.
YOU ARE READING
Babies Born Broken
Poesíaliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Cross My Heart
Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle through my eye...
...Please sow it up with some thread, so I can finally go back to bed.
