We throw them around
sling them at each other like two children throwing mud
We build temples and tombs worthy of Gods
using them as stanchions
We bleed hues of blues and blacks
finger painting in the puddles
Now when we need them most
they are gone
veins run dry
architecture rots and crumbles
and we are left
with each other
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC
We throw them around
sling them at each other like two children throwing mud
We build temples and tombs worthy of Gods
using them as stanchions
We bleed hues of blues and blacks
finger painting in the puddles
Now when we need them most
they are gone
veins run dry
architecture rots and crumbles
and we are left
with each other
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