You are sandpaper.
Polishing painfully my heart
to a fine
ball of luster.

You are a penny thrown in the fountain
A dense and worthless wish
For something called happiness.

You are the cherry on top of a mountain
Deliciously decomposing
Waiting for me to get strong enough to meet you.

You are the feather in my wing
Causing drag and crashing into the bay
Now I can't fly away.