My Marble FloorA Poem by FaeryQueenotsI can chisel this, Hone in only on the fine details, The very smooth feel of the marble
floor, the way only the finest of sunsets can penetrate through to its sheen
core, I’ve seen many arisen out on the
patio, The roof, They decided to build the marble floor
on the balcony, though, I lay there, Atop the marble setting, the cool feel
on my side, I’ve demolished all my fears out on
the balcony, With that marble floor, its cooling
effect, It’s scary to think that someday, this
marble floor will be stripped away and only the finest of sunsets will no
longer be able to penetrate through to its sheen core, Because there’ll be no sheen core to
penetrate through to, But that thought makes me feel so sad, And all my tears have been used up in
all the other hurt I’ve been through, I don’t like… thinking sad thoughts, I like to be happy, I want to be happy, I need my happiness to wash away all
the hurt that I’ve been through, I… just need my marble floor to save
me the tears that I’d otherwise cry, If not for my marble floor, then who
better to catch my tears, Who’d do it better than my marble
floor?
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Added on February 19, 2016 Last Updated on February 19, 2016 Author
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