cold as stone

she was beautiful once
a statue of hope
a fine exemplar

now the cracks are everywhere

years of erosion
years of decay

almost like losing one’s mind

some of cracks will show the truth
something ugly that has been hiding
behind a almost too perfect mask

and she can do nothing
only wait until the force of nature
has had his way with her porcelain

and she is afraid

maybe she will be forgotten
or only remembered as a fake

only God knows her faith
but he moves in mysterious ways
and does not speak with stones

so she will wait and wait and wait
until the very end is upon her
and embrace him like an old friend

maybe she will be beautiful again
only time can tell, the right lies


Garbage von martin
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