Why something good turns into nothing?

Why fires die when it rains?

All that I want is to fall without crushing,

And your steady hand writing our names.

Why something solid crumbles to pieces?

Why people cry when it hurts?

All that I want is to find what is missing,

Put meaning into my words.

Why something bright fades into dullness?

Why rivers change over time?

All that I want is to sharpen my bluntness,

And be that girl who you call “mine”.

Anzhelika B

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