Monday, 13 June 2011

I Guess

I guess all people aren't created equally
You always were stronger than me
Nothing could ever break you
When I cracked and fell to pieces,
Your mortar held, sound.
I was made of weakness
Wax and string, crumbling clay.
You were the solid stone,
The brick fortress.
Winds battered us, crushing and swirling.
Though I flew away, my fingers slipping and losing their grip,
You held tight, so simply.
So strong.
I lost everything
You always managed to stay.
I guess all people aren't created equally.


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