There are times when I feel like a Concrete Angel
....cold and hard as stone
...steadfast and unbreakable
...beautiful and stunning
...alone yet loved
...but does anyone stop to think that maybe sometimes those Concrete Angel's need someone to lean on?
.... A shoulder to cry on?
... Someone to hold them and comfort them?
...To tell them that they don't always have to be hard as stone
...cold as stone
...and alone
...Just because there are no cracks or holes on the outside does anyone stop to think that there might be cracks and holes on the inside?
That don't show through...
Nothing is perfect...
Sooner or later...
Everything fades...
Sooner or later...
Everything breaks...
Crumbles...
And eventually vanishes...
Some people probably wouldn't even notice that it is gone...
Some might...for a little while...
But before to long it's forgotten about...
It's replaced with something else...
Something more beautiful...
Something better...
