ruins


Take me.
To the ruins of your cold heart.
Let me build something
Out of It's remains.

Let me. Hold on
to the ashing embers
Of your dying hearth,
As it draws it's last breath.

Give me. The ticket
To see the show where
You drowned in the waves
Of your own misery and pain,

For I want to know it all.
and venture in the halls,
Of your old soul,
And smell it's dusty corridors.

I want to rebuild you again.
And piece you back together.
it wouldn't be as before,
But you would be whole.

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