I once loved a man,
but I was never the only one.
he whispered warmth into another’s arms,
And I was always in a run
I cried where no one listened,
beneath a sky that knew my name.
And when he held her, soft and certain,
the story repeats—so maybe I'm to blame.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
I once loved a man,
but I was never the only one.
he whispered warmth into another’s arms,
And I was always in a run
I cried where no one listened,
beneath a sky that knew my name.
And when he held her, soft and certain,
the story repeats—so maybe I'm to blame.