She is a poem that breaths,
And you have been wrote in a footnote,
On her page margin,
Because she only adds people,
When she wants them in her lines,
More then her next breath,
And I guess she does you.
She is a poem that breaths,
And you have been wrote in a footnote,
On her page margin,
Because she only adds people,
When she wants them in her lines,
More then her next breath,
And I guess she does you.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 