My Heart is made of metal, Strong and unyielding. I will not break under stress, I will not shrink and bend in the heat. But like metal, I wear over time. I long for a time when I was new, When I was polished and reinforced. Now I am slowly breaking down, Losing memory of what you are. Please build me back up.
Commie Fanny Whammer · Mon May 17, 2010 @ 07:11am · 0 Comments |