Just behind his ears.
Poem
Shell
And still the crack does widen.
Strength
Why will You not grant me this request?
Foundation
I fell for days.
Fine
Just fine.
Wasted
Upon the cold, hard ground.
Just behind his ears.
And still the crack does widen.
Why will You not grant me this request?
I fell for days.
Just fine.
Upon the cold, hard ground.