Dripstone
When tears grow bigger
do they become dripstones?
You know like in those caves after fifteen years
dripping drop by drop and freezing
Frozen as they flow How that stone lives you’d be surprised
In a cave covered with dripstone stalactites
I have seen the heart of the stone
Drop by drop it was beating, growing
It was forbidden to touch, the human hand
isn’t always healing
The sweat secreted inside the palm
is apparently the stone’s killer
When the finger touches it
It petrifies just like that Somebody sweating inside my palm
was also my killer at one point
As I was letting my love drip drop after drop
I broke
from the drop
I was petrified by
hanging from