You were the few leaves of Ivy That over grew onto the building And I the willing building
You were the small speck of rust that over took my smallish metal frame Crippling me from allowing anyone else inside And I the willing frame
You were the mold that spread against my walls infecting me Causing me to be ‘Closed For Good’ but I allowed the spread never doing anything to halt the damaging process
I never had anything to offer you But you still took everything I had And after I was completely encased in You You moved on To see what other damage You could cause