Lonely lover with the heart of stone
One which I have seen before
Rampant earthquakes curse his lungs
By chance hasn't yet tornLiquid sadness, seeped in peaceful
Into cracks sealed in weather and time
Lay there sleeping in the cradle
Unawakened or so thoughtLittle lights remain flickering
Flickering in the night cupped in his hands
Awaiting it to overflow
Through his lips and emptied chestAs this liquid loneliness is nothing but stagnant water
Awaiting to be thirsty in the sun and to be quenched by the cloudsWhat's another drop in the pond?
