She never had the willingness to know
what seemed to her like weakness
was really my great strength.
So sad for her
For us both.
I smile
quietly
to myself.
Just a rustle of leaves
and now the wind makes
it all random
She never had the willingness to know
what seemed to her like weakness
was really my great strength.
So sad for her
For us both.
I smile
quietly
to myself.
Just a rustle of leaves
and now the wind makes
it all random