She was a concrete angel
In a darkened valley
And he, was the freezing rain
Seeping into her smallest pores
Before freezing, expanding
Breaking her at the seems
Bits of stone, falling away
Shattering at her feet,
Rolling deeper into the valley
She watched them fall,
Saddened by their decent
Continuously eroded away
As he poured over her
Never ceasing, never warming
She shrinks into her stone tomb
Encased in the safety of her angel shell
Away from the freezing cold
His constant pitter patter
Raindrops echoing around her
Slowly, slowly, it becomes comforting
Slowly, slowly, he begins to feel her warmth
Slowly, slowly, the stone chips away
Slowly, slowly, they are exposed to eachother
For the first time, she sees the sunlight
Beyond her stone tomb
But he? he never warmed
And she? She was still left out in the cold
Remembering the safety of her concrete shell
And the constant sound of the pitter patter
From before, when she thought he would warm
Stone can't warm the rain, nor can it resist erosion.