The cold breeze is the reflection of how cold my soul is
The tangled thread is the reflection of how jumble my mind is
The empty canvas is the reflection of how blank my stares are
The rusty chain is the reflection of how weak my faith is
The glass is the reflection of how fragile my heart is
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
The cold breeze is the reflection of how cold my soul is
The tangled thread is the reflection of how jumble my mind is
The empty canvas is the reflection of how blank my stares are
The rusty chain is the reflection of how weak my faith is
The glass is the reflection of how fragile my heart is
