Stone
I was listening to
the howling wind
Hoping not to weep
While drinking myself
to a forgiving sleep
The last bottle of red
Looking at me
like you always did
A reminder of the last time
you were in my bed
Silencing the thousands
thoughts in my head
With your echoing words
Hitting me harder
Than the last man
Who believed to be
without a sin
You casted the first stone
Breaking my heart
And tearing my soul
I gave you my body
Hoping we would be
able to finally atone
