≡ Vain
When you stand too high, you fall;
Right to the ground a hit too strong;
Breaking up all the ties, it all spread apart;
Losing all the pieces around, you stare and cried;
Struggling hard to pick them up, all the scattered pieces;
Bleeding all around, trying to patch them up;
What was once a single piece, is now a sorrowful [...]
Topic: Memoirs, Philoartsophies© Tags: None
