My body tells what I never could It swells and stumbles, Tremors and quakes It burns holes right through my lungs Leaving a speechless idiot in its wake It grunts and creaks like an old house My bones must need oiling, Fore they sound like an old rusty fence Then headaches grace me with their presence, I say it is just self-defense And even through the stabbing feeling, My back shall ever complain I’m tired, I’m tired Well so am I And sleep is not my virtue, Though pain is what I wish to maim
hi hi again im trying to do this more often any support is appreciated because, as i've said, i have absolutely no confidence in my work i took the pictures :)
