Insomniac_devi
11-19-2005, 08:43 AM
I met you in an antique shop, covered in cracks and dust.
Benevolent in nature; I felt my pulse quicken whence brushing my fingers across your shattered surface.
Overwhelmed, I sank to my knees, staring at your face.
Was it my imagination, or did you open your eyes to me?
I felt like no one, and everyone to you.
How can something so beautiful be made of stone?
I left you there in that shop, and as I walked away, I felt my heart break.
Benevolent in nature; I felt my pulse quicken whence brushing my fingers across your shattered surface.
Overwhelmed, I sank to my knees, staring at your face.
Was it my imagination, or did you open your eyes to me?
I felt like no one, and everyone to you.
How can something so beautiful be made of stone?
I left you there in that shop, and as I walked away, I felt my heart break.