Tears are mortifying, I said to my younger self. So she just had, A series of prolonged muffled screams, A pair dried eyes, with the shadow of the caged sorrow; A finely carved-heart, A unfairly scarred mind and; A living dead soul.
Tears are mortifying, I said to my younger self. So she just had, A series of prolonged muffled screams, A pair dried eyes, with the shadow of the caged sorrow; A finely carved-heart, A unfairly scarred mind and; A living dead soul.