Reblogged from spilling some:

On a phone faraway

When you cry in a way

Just soft enough I won't hear you

My  chest  is  for

Yr  face  and  for

Yr eyes  to dry every tear of you

Wetten  my  shirt

Let me  and my heart...

Let  rhythms rise to soothe you

When you hear this song of mine

It's true, Not too long you hurt…

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