Shady of you to change your name again.
I should have asked for identification.
A thumbprint or
a blood type.
This time I won’t be fooled.
You so tender,
mending my sweaters,
checking on my battery.
A stranger with the same name
writes my name in the stars,
and once again,
I don’t ask for ID.
I should have asked for identification.
A thumbprint or
a blood type.
This time I won’t be fooled.
You so tender,
mending my sweaters,
checking on my battery.
A stranger with the same name
writes my name in the stars,
and once again,
I don’t ask for ID.