I thought this time
That the love was strong
Founded on solid rock
And standing on
granite piles
That would weather the
ages
Like a great monument
But at the first hint
of storm
The granite crumbled
away
And the love fell with
them
I curse my poor
judgment
And my lack of
prudence
As once again I am
alone
And my heart is broken
once more
The old adage echoes
in my head
“What doesn’t kill you
Makes you stronger”
But the words are as
empty as my life
But I will make myself
stronger
I will make myself an
island
My heart will be as
stone
And my resolve will be
as granite
Then my heart will
never break again
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