Mar 27
Give me the key.
The key to your heart.
That desolate place you hold so dearly to yourself.
It seems empty to others, but I feel as though it is too full.
Full enough for you to feel every little thing ever, yet you hide it.
Why canβt you let me in?
The key to your heart.
That desolate place you hold so dearly to yourself.
It seems empty to others, but I feel as though it is too full.
Full enough for you to feel every little thing ever, yet you hide it.
Why canβt you let me in?
