The Sky Can Fall

If you believe that that smile won’t crumble,

And that tears won’t fall,

Believe that they had fallen,

Like a waterfall gushing downhill.

And they never stop.

If you believe that that sweetness won’t sour,

And that softness won’t harden,

Believe that they had,

Like water turning into ice,

Forming cracks.

But what would these matter?

It’s just simply nature.

But you don’t know that when that core hardens,

All things die,

Around and within.

-S.H.-