The haste of wondrous souls,
their roots; unyielding soil,
as their curiosity grows cold
and I just stand there watching,
have you seen the way they're speaking
shallow words placating
what once a precious heart did hold.
© fey (21/10/25)
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
The haste of wondrous souls,
their roots; unyielding soil,
as their curiosity grows cold
and I just stand there watching,
have you seen the way they're speaking
shallow words placating
what once a precious heart did hold.
© fey (21/10/25)
