
The delicate truth evades me.
Does it always have to be so rough? So cold?
And unforgiving
Yet and still it stays the same.
Unchanging like a heart made of stone.
Always presence but not welcomed in many homes
Till next time, Esha ❤
The delicate truth evades me.
Does it always have to be so rough? So cold?
And unforgiving
Yet and still it stays the same.
Unchanging like a heart made of stone.
Always presence but not welcomed in many homes
Till next time, Esha ❤