23h
Frozen.
like the strings of my heart.
Hard.
Like my outward countenance.
But beneath, the fish swim freely,
feelings no-one sees,
beyond the touchy-feely,
beneath the sword of Damocles.
like the strings of my heart.
Hard.
Like my outward countenance.
But beneath, the fish swim freely,
feelings no-one sees,
beyond the touchy-feely,
beneath the sword of Damocles.
