Lines always seem to lie,
Belly side up
While the world stirs
Steady-
Beneath back.
Pandora’s discontent
Outnumbered yet. How
Was I to believe that
One
Could retrench my woes?
Lines always seem to lie,
Belly side up
While the world stirs
Steady-
Beneath back.
Pandora’s discontent
Outnumbered yet. How
Was I to believe that
One
Could retrench my woes?