staring at You from the arms of another
quite a view,
quite a sound, when he calls me his lover
crystalline tears from weary blues
too hard to fall softly
i pray they don't cut him when they do
looking for You from the places between
where his and i's body dont quite meet
distance, from the heart is strange
when i can feel it beat
im sorry, im sorry, i can see it too
how ironic it must seem
crying for him
and for You.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC
staring at You from the arms of another
quite a view,
quite a sound, when he calls me his lover
crystalline tears from weary blues
too hard to fall softly
i pray they don't cut him when they do
looking for You from the places between
where his and i's body dont quite meet
distance, from the heart is strange
when i can feel it beat
im sorry, im sorry, i can see it too
how ironic it must seem
crying for him
and for You.
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