My dear girl, she stands broken.
Eyes once seeing with vision uncluttered by hate,
Now are blinded with the cataracts
of insecurity.
The sun will never set the same way.
a song will never sound as it
once did.
Reality has broken her.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
My dear girl, she stands broken.
Eyes once seeing with vision uncluttered by hate,
Now are blinded with the cataracts
of insecurity.
The sun will never set the same way.
a song will never sound as it
once did.
Reality has broken her.
