I’m An Open Book
Annoyance stains my face like ink from a broken pen. Love lights up my dirty brown eyes like a Christmas tree right before dawn. Anger fogs my mind like tornado clouds sweeping in on bright blue skies.
Annoyance stains my face like ink from a broken pen. Love lights up my dirty brown eyes like a Christmas tree right before dawn. Anger fogs my mind like tornado clouds sweeping in on bright blue skies.