Behind Closed Doors

Neues vom Leckfrosch · Apr 8, 2025 · 3m

And the manners are polished, the silver gleams bright, But the sentiment's tarnished in the fading light. Oh, the barbarism blossoms behind a closed door, Where love is a weapon and leaves you wanting more. The floral wallpaper, a predictable stain, Reflects the silence, a dull, persistent rain. Another Sunday, the roast sits on the bone, And unspoken judgments are quietly thrown. He clears his throat, a familiar, weary sound, While all the unspoken resentments spin around. She adjusts her pearls, a nervous little tic, Recounting stories, predictable and quick. The children fidget, their…