Flame Against Rock

Stone shoulders are your flesh now,

But coldest is your stare

Your heart has turned to rock, you see;

Around me, you tread on air

 

My illness makes you think I’m death,

My mind you see as blank;

You think my youth is sunglasses;

You pass over words of thanks

 

Your eyes now gaze straight through me,

No dimples bloom when I am near;

Your laughter catches other’s words;

My tongue you receive with fear

 

Why not choose me as your mate?

Better than the best bride I'd be,

And if our love was just pretend- still

Keep your warm friendship close to me

The End

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