Re: you are the worse to my better.

black eyes and bruises
scabbed knees and scars
but some aches aren't cured
inside churches or bars...

hands clasped together
or bottles to lips
can't shake all the static
that clings to our hips

Sundays in summer
Saturdays on stools
don't always stitch up
for these sorts of holes...

... but you'll be alright
yeah dude you'll be okay
you're a mother-effin hurrican
so blow them away...


chin up girl,
more rhymes to come

smile
sarah