Where others have chipped away
There are now holes, growing cracks,
And each morning she patches herself up
Looking to her battered reflection
"Stone..."
Says the porcelain girl
"I am made of stone."
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
Where others have chipped away
There are now holes, growing cracks,
And each morning she patches herself up
Looking to her battered reflection
"Stone..."
Says the porcelain girl
"I am made of stone."
With Love,
Kelsey
