What once was strong
Now exists only as rubble.
Crumbling ruins turn to rock,
Turn to dust,
Turn to bones.
Only there do you remain close.
A breath away from lost,
A fading memory that holds me together;
Makes me human,
Makes me hurt.
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
What once was strong
Now exists only as rubble.
Crumbling ruins turn to rock,
Turn to dust,
Turn to bones.
Only there do you remain close.
A breath away from lost,
A fading memory that holds me together;
Makes me human,
Makes me hurt.