The eyes of a person are a portal to their soul, this is a story bout a person as they grow up. (Tis gendernutral and I hope if any of you guys feel like this at any time please don't be afraid to mes...
You mock my dress, desperate pleas for help, As I approach your bench of oak I yelp. To think the one I once loved turned me in, Like I was a sack of potato skin.