Oct 2015
You hold my fragile heart,
In the palms of your hands.
What will you do with it?
Will you be disgusted by it?
Will you treasure it?
That I cannot tell,
Only the future can.
In the palms of your hands.
What will you do with it?
Will you be disgusted by it?
Will you treasure it?
That I cannot tell,
Only the future can.
