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
Bloom Burn the broom Light it on fire Watch it glow You stole My heart when I was alone Thank you Now Ride that broom Ride for all it...
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