purple in my hair.
What could you possibly see in me is my soul hung out to dry. I think my dysfunctional family has shaped it throughout my life. What could you possibly like in me? Do you like my ability to bend? I think my fear of intimacy has shaped the time we spend. What could you possibly love in me? Is it the way I wear my smile? It hangs from the tip of my tounge you see. Oh this might take a while.