I am not your rock,
your place of solace,
and I cannot give you
structure in these
empty words
My own life is
cracking at it’s
foundation
and I’ve lost
the architects
phone number
You have to
find foundation
in yourself
because odds are
your handyman,
isn’t on-call for only you
and when the
wind comes,
and the rain pours
you’ll be stuck
with leaky ceiling tiles
and a draft that will
chill you to the bone
- S.G.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
I am not your rock,
your place of solace,
and I cannot give you
structure in these
empty words
My own life is
cracking at it’s
foundation
and I’ve lost
the architects
phone number
You have to
find foundation
in yourself
because odds are
your handyman,
isn’t on-call for only you
and when the
wind comes,
and the rain pours
you’ll be stuck
with leaky ceiling tiles
and a draft that will
chill you to the bone
- S.G.
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