Poems from LIND8847
He makes me see the good inside of
me, and he makes me feel like a beautiful good person.
He makes me see my own evil and
he makes me...
To the girls in love with the runners.
To the boys in love with the runners.
For those who lay in the dark at three in the morning, trying...
Play me like a fiddle, boy,
I'm asking you. I'm begging
for you to hurt me, crush me,
burn me the way we did.
Just play me like you know...