your soul has planted tall trees that grow
Up to the sky,
Branches as strong as the hope for a future between you and I;
These trees I have grown to despise
Because they are just as bright a green as the rim around your eyes
poop
v slow & just a little selective; always accepting plots, pls ask for aim.
Anonymous said:
My body needs a hero: you.
He releases a noise of exclamation, “I’m not a surgeon, I don’t know how to help you! I could operate without a licence, but I think that’s illegal–”
