your beauty lasted many years
newly set, your color shined
nothing made you hurt
you sure were tough
but over time that changed
we watched as you started to crack
we glued you when you needed it
but something was very wrong
you were falling apart
and pieces of you went missing
after awhile we forgot about you
and stopped watching out for cracks
present day and you're all scarred up
as i walked down to get the mail today
i noticed how bad you had gotten
cracks went all the way up and down your spine
your sides were shattered
you looked like you took yourself apart
and tried to glue yourself together again
i studied your scars and pieces
and wondered how we had forgotten
that you were hurting and breaking
i understood that you had went through a lot
as people came and went
you slowly lost your muster
but you weren't any less beautiful than before
you carried your scars like a champ
your dim color meant you had experience
i looked at you in a different light
your pieces were mosaics
and your color reminded me of thunderstorms
stormy, yet beautiful after it was over
this cracked pavement was overlooked
i now go get the mail more often

The heart my beloved is a grave
Of my silence and words you gave
I died in the darkness of pathways
Underneath the blanket of sunrays
Hangs away from the softness of my lips
On the gallows the redness of your lips
The evening cracks into night of separation
As the testimony of your beautiful reflection
I set there gleaming in the fire of yearning
Ashes paved the paths of desires returning
The dreams crucified on the cross of death
Life barely dangling on the noose out of breath
Dawn came storming in and they took you faraway
Where my voice cannot reach you neither my pray