Self
- I’m a worn blanket of connotations
Long ago knitted by callused hands
Lately, however, I’ve noticed my edges
And how the threads are beginning to fray
Or able to comfort what's inside this bed -
- I’m a worn blanket of connotations
Long ago knitted by callused hands
Lately, however, I’ve noticed my edges
And how the threads are beginning to fray
Or able to comfort what's inside this bed -