Little Mockingbird brittlefeelings rise, and I quell themIncessant chatter matters notcredible doubt sewn in bright colorsto conceal the hurt feelingsIn a quilt of bone and bloodstars in the eyes for the centera hurt so great it pales the othersvanilla...
Some days I feel like a drowning woman But everyone thinks I'm waving hello While I choke on the way This darkness pulls me under
Sadness dwells with nothing to remedyNo company do I keepalone in my melancholy
having a personality...
Great collaboration. You always shine so bright in all of them. Great ink