i'd be glad to try to treat you lovely
kiss whatever she's chipped off

all those lonely little pieces
they fell from you with wings as to spread themselves
so you unknowingly see them everywhere she goes
she drops them from her pockets in secret as she walks
so you can't notice your diminishment
and you'll walk by the pieces
and whisper a prayer for the poor soul who lost them

but i will pick them up
and return them to you
kiss all of your limestone
kiss it hard until it's marble