Pillars

You were the pillar holding me up,
but you left me to hold up a fancy golden trimmed roof,
soon you will find out that you miss me,
but as you come back to me you will see,
that I now have many marble pillars,
and love them because there hearts are not hollow,
and they are here to stay.





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