Plaster dust
shades of rust
timbers fallen down.
This is what I offer you.
No wonder that you frown.
I can’t give you gold or silver.
I truly own nothing of worth.
Even my love is broken.
Crumbled into the earth.
I’d offer you a desolate land
Where new life rarely springs forth
I’d offer you, whatever I have
But it won’t be enough, of course.
So away I go
Withdrawing hope
Welcoming the ache
I won’t ask
You to pay
For this painful mistake.
I won’t ask anything
For I have nothing to give.
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