Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs and smiling, the loveliest words whispered and meant - you like all these things.
But, though you like all these things, you love a stone.
You love a stone, because it’s smooth and it’s cold.
And you’d love most to be told that it’s all your own.
You love a stone, because it’s dark, and it’s old, and if it could start being alive you’d stop living alone.
You love a stone, because it’s dark, and it’s old, and if it could start being alive you’d stop living alone.
say it now or in no loud...am already know that am is you
