The Kat was always the better side,
The crow was always her place to hide,
The Kat had a heart of Shattered Glass,
The Crows heart was quite the lifeless mass,
But every time their paths cross,
Off their hearts they pull the moss,
And surface the love the knew they had,
Together smiling and feeling glad.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
The Kat was always the better side,
The crow was always her place to hide,
The Kat had a heart of Shattered Glass,
The Crows heart was quite the lifeless mass,
But every time their paths cross,
Off their hearts they pull the moss,
And surface the love the knew they had,
Together smiling and feeling glad.
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