little lay lay

The Soft Stone

I lay on the cold hard ground waiting for you to break on me, to fall apart, just so I can get to know you.  Because maybe we have something in common.  

I\'m tired of being alone and the rain doesn\'t make it better and I don\'t want to make a stone house to someone who doesn\'t deserve it.  I want to belong, but not in a way that when you break eventually, you the shard, hardens suddenly; and we never find peace...

Please give me the chance I deserve because I\'m giving you my time.  

A time that waits.  A time that is patient.  

A time that heals.  A time that binds.  

A time that loves.  A time that is kind.