All that Remains

Of Words and Water

She met one of words, she met one of water

One who could douse her, keep her from fire

She met one of honey words, and soft, sweet caresses

Someone to keep her away from dark recesses

She tangled with the cool, soft calming flow

And felt it give way to the dark pits below

But soon, she was drowning, drowning from care

And she could not breathe; she needed the air

But she came to realize that she did not mind

For if she were to drown, what would they find?

A girl, the fire that burned around her doused

Settled, lost of ambition, in a little house

Her paper skin had dissolved, and her diamond tears passed

All that was left was her delicate heart of glass

The heart which was mended, the heart which was cracked

Yet still, it survived, and life just went slack

She was put together, still quite bitter

But helped by the one of words; the one of water