For your tears I listen and I wait.
Do they know your beauty? Your grace?
Do they know of your love? Your hate?
Do they know what was said in that place?
Between two who could not be one,
but instead desired being none.
For your tears I listen and I wait.
Do they know your beauty? Your grace?
Do they know of your love? Your hate?
Do they know what was said in that place?
Between two who could not be one,
but instead desired being none.
Paint as many layers over your heart as you desire.
Who is to say it needs to remain as prior.
Except…
A change in color matters very little
to something you believe so brittle.



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