Nov 2013
We rust and crumble
inside our
skin.
Passions and fires,
concealed
within.
Our bodies grow older,
Our hearts grow colder,
Whipped by a world
of scorn
and sin.
inside our
skin.
Passions and fires,
concealed
within.
Our bodies grow older,
Our hearts grow colder,
Whipped by a world
of scorn
and sin.
old poem,
I felt like reviving it.
I felt like reviving it.
