Velvet Love
We all live lives within lives. Lives that wither away when the mask wears off, when the facade runs thin. This is a sanctuary that protects just one of them. An alter-ego to all those wasted years.
And all that is left is velvet love for a broken soul.
And all that is left is velvet love for a broken soul.
1 comment:
I dnt think the mask ever wears off!!! new ones always grow on! its like the snake and its shedding skin!
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