I'm cracking and It won't stop. She makes me come out of my shell and spread my wings like a bird, but sometimes I wish I was back in that shell. She has dropped me so many times, the cracks just expand and expand like the westward expansion, but in all directions. When she closes her eyes to the bodily melodies he creates when caressing his lips on hers, they both step on me, yolk spilling out of the tiny cracks of my den, her not even glancing down at her piercing action. Does she really care? If she does, she better bring all the pieces back together. I've cracked, glue me together baby.
