Behind my back you ask
Nothing
Why do you ask
Sneaking
Who's sneaking
So I am walking slow
Doesn't mean I am sneaking
There you go again
Asking what's behind my back
Nothing, I swear
Show you my hands
Ok, you caught me, cookie crumbles
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Paper airplane Lift up higher and higher Take off Never land Upon the wind Through the trees Fly plane fly Paper airplane Made of paper chea...
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