The Rock


So quickly come,
And so quickly go.


We leave each other to hurt,
And wonder
If better days are perhaps near,


They’re rock,
Our lives,
Yet we promised,
To take care,
And be taken care of.


Yet here I stand,
With no such rock,
Except for the one,
Which underneath I hide.

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Put more flesh on the bone

Put more flesh on the bone this was going somewhere.