Four hands, two souls
Holding, loving.
Building Babel with two languages
That’s how it ends
That’s the truth she tells
Two mouths, one truth
She loves me no more,
his woe goes deep.
Did you believe her?
Do you believe him?
Shred tears to nourish the land
On two knees and calloused hands
That’s what she said.
But all he felt was barren land.
Rust lines on telephone
No time for him, no — she loves to be alone.
Her stubbornness, those can’t be changed.
That’s the truth he tells.
An arrow straight to the heart,
No grace left to be held.
Is his version heartfelt?
Is she telling the truth?
Who could you believe?
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 12:08 AM UTC
Four hands, two souls
Holding, loving.
Building Babel with two languages
That’s how it ends
That’s the truth she tells
Two mouths, one truth
She loves me no more,
his woe goes deep.
Did you believe her?
Do you believe him?
Shred tears to nourish the land
On two knees and calloused hands
That’s what she said.
But all he felt was barren land.
Rust lines on telephone
No time for him, no — she loves to be alone.
Her stubbornness, those can’t be changed.
That’s the truth he tells.
An arrow straight to the heart,
No grace left to be held.
Is his version heartfelt?
Is she telling the truth?
Who could you believe?
