Ode to Disillusionment
To Mother,
Your love, once unwavering, now seems fleeting,
Focused on appearances, not the heart beating.
Was your devotion ephemeral, a transient vapor?
Leaving me wondering, if it was ever truly there.
To Father,
Your gaze, once warm, now...
Your love, once unwavering, now seems fleeting,
Focused on appearances, not the heart beating.
Was your devotion ephemeral, a transient vapor?
Leaving me wondering, if it was ever truly there.
To Father,
Your gaze, once warm, now...