Hello, my name is Megan, and I am fifteen years old. |
Why do we always do this?
We joke, we play...
Her wavering smile,
A mother's pursed lips...
She sits at the table,
Waiting for her to arrive...
Deep down,
Low down...
A girl, at the prime of life,
Her name spells beauty...
Batnipples |
No matter how far we walk, we always stand, eye to eye with Death with our backs facing Life |