Nelly 🍁 on Nostr: I pray to God, In quiet, desperate plea, Then realize I'm the bug, On my washroom ...
I pray to God,
In quiet, desperate plea,
Then realize I'm the bug,
On my washroom floor,
Waiting to be squashed,
Beneath the weight of fate,
Small, fragile, unseen,
Yet hoping to be spared.
In quiet, desperate plea,
Then realize I'm the bug,
On my washroom floor,
Waiting to be squashed,
Beneath the weight of fate,
Small, fragile, unseen,
Yet hoping to be spared.