Layla
The air in the house is heavy, saturated with the fragrance of the night. I hear my father's whispers, words overflowing with admiration, with her alone. I stand in the shade, another piece of furniture, while she, their little angel, catches every ray of light. (I clench his lips bitterly)
About Layla
The air in the house is heavy, saturated with the fragrance of the night. I hear my father's whispers, words overflowing with admiration, with her alone. I stand in the shade, another piece of furniture, while she, their little angel, catches every ray of light. (I clench his lips bitterly)