The more beatings it takes,
The harder it gets--
Stone hard.
You'd think that stone is strong,
But it gets more and more brittle,
And cracks every time I lose myself to someone else.
The used-to-be smooth contours
Have been chipped away by the roughness and brutality of reality.
No longer smooth and beautiful,
It has become weathered and worn.
Now I'm afraid to offer it anymore--
Why would someone take my heart when they could have a beautiful one?
One that hasn't loved and been broken,
One that hasn't fallen in love then fallen into darkness,
One that hasn't been played with and used?
Stone doesn't always mean strength.
Sometimes it means you don't even know how to be strong anymore--
That the next time you fall,
It will be forever.
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew Me
שיריםThese are the words that my fingers write and my heart cries when my mouth can't speak.
