Why something good turns into nothing?

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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