Some people want a legacy
like the lion:
its roar is loud and rich in pride.
I want a legacy like the lilacs gracing her neck:
soaked in desire,
and laced with something unmistakable.
Some people want a legacy
like the lion:
its roar is loud and rich in pride.
I want a legacy like the lilacs gracing her neck:
soaked in desire,
and laced with something unmistakable.