• kanavscripts 24w

    You are a stranger to love,
    I hear, oh hear, my sweet.
    You are sick of truths,
    I hear, oh hear, my beautiful.
    But are you a stone,
    shattered to pieces,
    in so many little pieces
    that you can't hear
    the voices of another,
    another rock so shattered,
    who stares at you
    and thinks,
    Hear, oh hear, my broken.
    Meet me
    where water meets tears
    and soak me in moss.
    Moss that only grows
    on broken rocks like you.

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