A Letter to My Father
Dear Daddy, It is strange to see sugar canes in New York. I remember how
Dear Daddy, It is strange to see sugar canes in New York. I remember how
I’ve decided you’ll go missing In the morning You’ll wear my skin in the
*content warning – sensitive images* I want to know how it feels to be desired
I’m in my mind’s eye But I’m also in yours Couldn’t I, pick the flowers