Saturday, October 01, 2011

Stone

I could be made of stone,
Nothing will perturb me.
No stress,
No fear,
No love.

It would be a fine thing,
Not to care or hurt,
To be emotionless and strong.

I could be strong,
But it would be selfish
And I care too much.
So I will feel,
I will be hotblooded,
I will cry.

I will wish I was stone.

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