the ugly writers

Sprocket

I have mastered stitching back my stitches Plastering back my cracks Gluing back as many pieces as I can And I need no one to hand me my tools I need no care to run my machine
the ugly writers

On Love

She's in love, with a man who adores her, cherishes her imperfections, cuddles her on and off. Yet she's afraid to love, to lose
everyone happy

Everyone’s Happy

On three, let’s play pretend You smile, I smile, everyone’s happy Let’s take a snap of it, too, shall we? *click Before we snap out of this fabricated “you + me” You know what? Let’s put a caption, too, shall we?…