The apple
Narcissism is rooted in my veins.
In the core of my apple-shaped heart.
There lies the sweetness of my mother.
The red, ravish lust for life.
An effervescent empathy that eminates from my soul.
To the thrill-seeking yet anxious desire for...
In the core of my apple-shaped heart.
There lies the sweetness of my mother.
The red, ravish lust for life.
An effervescent empathy that eminates from my soul.
To the thrill-seeking yet anxious desire for...