My best friend has a thing with knives
They always end up in my back
My other best friend lies so much
That I don't even call her by her name
My family doesn't believe in what I can be
That ever stretching umbilical cord
Even my thoughts sometimes make me worry
As if I didn't have enough to worry about
But then there's you
Who had the perfect mixture
Of all of the above
It really is impressive
Almost as if you were made to be evil
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
