Stone Cold

For anyone battling with a hard stone of a being

We all want a home
Something to stand upon
Some seek a mountain that stands alone; the strongest and mightiest of all
Able to withstand the greatest storms
A set of cold eyes that never blink
Eyes that see into the dark depths of the soul

I suppose some prefer a stone
One that stands alone and can stay where it is thrown
Something you can pick up and hold
And fits into the small of your hands

When you are fighting love , you have already lost the battle
When I look into your eyes I see no stone looking back
I am lost in the depths of your creation
As you turn me away with your gaze, I sink further into myself
Losing my soul.
Losing control.
Losing my home.