there was a girl made of glass, and boy made of stone.
the girl was always stained with tears or wounds.
the boy admired mountains and the fate of rain he never knew.
she girl liked pinky swears and questions that dared.
he liked books and the color of stability.
both bore emotions too deep.
rivers of pain. fires of closing. valleys of fate.
the boy hated his smile, but now lights up the sky.
the girl way bright, sometimes blinked and faltered.
he once saved her, now he changed her.
she wrote him hundreds of words, all kept unsaid.
she cried a million tears, but
he still stayed lead.
Not So Simple 