Oh how carelessly you treat the things that matter most and how hastily you embrace the things that have no meaning to end up empty-handed.
Have you no mirror to see the emptiness in your eyes?
Everything so delicately built, how thoughtlessly you shake the foundation we've laid, until the walls crack and the roofs fall.
For me to joylessly pick up every stone to rebuild what has fallen to dust.
You look at me and smile. 'I love you' you say.
And while I lift the next stone you again walk away.
But I know you'll return when the walls are back tall.
For my light is still bright, yours has become small.
by Verena Zyla - 16/08/2013
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