A ripple of water. . .
Ever present as its source is transformed and forgotten!
Such are the words spoken in anger and soldered to one’s soul.
Think of this, my heart, as you exploit the emotion of self deprecation.
A ripple of water. . .
Ever present as its source is transformed and forgotten!
Such are the words spoken in anger and soldered to one’s soul.
Think of this, my heart, as you exploit the emotion of self deprecation.