feels so natural and right;
as if our hands hold memories of meeting
in a thousand other lives.
― John Mark Green
to be a listener
You need me
to hang words on
I am your outside
looking back
You are the surface
of my skin.
We are friends since
neither can discover
A limit
where the other ends,
I need you
to be a listener
You need me
to hang words on...
We are friends