The first time tears escaped your eyes.
Your father caught them and threw them
Away.
The same way his father did.
A dry desert falls in place for your eyes.
And all that is left is the caste of
Your masculinity.
Sunday morning
The first time tears escaped your eyes.
Your father caught them and threw them
Away.
The same way his father did.
A dry desert falls in place for your eyes.
And all that is left is the caste of
Your masculinity.