tuckova

ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things

How she tears it apart

when she needs to be seen,
says look at me look at me 
and if not at me at least this
wet blood is interesting, right.

How I still tear at things
when I want to be seen,
saying look at me look at me
and if not at me at least this
sharp wit is interesting, right.
Posted in

Leave a comment