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Petrified love, why are you made into stone? Petrified love, what holds you from being grown? Too hard and cold to break free of your prison. Blocking your release I fear you are the one. Scared to share yourself with another love. Afraid of you giving it to only see the other shuv. So you crack with lines of your stone broken heart. Forced to fear every night being alone in the dark. Morning yourself away you're almost shattered from the once hurt. So you cry your broken peices of stone upon the dirt. Never realizing you only petrified yourself, because of the past pain. Existing only as an immobile, dieing partical of life made to sit in this lonely rain. So petrified love, why haven't you broken free? Petrified love, will you please come back to me? I miss you so and cannot continue on life as a half. Never to be whole again if again to never hear your laugh. I try so hard just to wait in patience for you. Only to stare through the night and day of black and blue. I miss you so much I think I'll turn myself into stone. Then for you, you would not have to be alone. I'll be there for you the best way I can. Petrified or not I'll always be your man.