stained glass dripping cold,
with tear drops,
sitting in the dead silence,
waiting till the rain stops.
breaking me down like,
shattered glass,
then building me back up and,
painting me crystal again.
breaking me down,
like a new moon,
then building me back up and,
filling the sky with stars in the afternoon.
building me up like a,
shimmer of sun,
then breaking me until I can't, seem to see through the light.
building me up like,
skyscrapers,
then breaking me down like, the brick walls back into dust.
