The ones on my arms from
Catching corners and cat claws,
They’ve faded and blended and I
I do not remember the stories behind them.
I look at your letters some days
and hope
for the same mercy there
A new point of view
The ones on my arms from
Catching corners and cat claws,
They’ve faded and blended and I
I do not remember the stories behind them.
I look at your letters some days
and hope
for the same mercy there