When The Stones Turned

He came home that night broken,
Seems like his guts were frozen,
Like his inner person has been overshadowed,
He wasn't the man I knew,
Neither was he the man that I vowed to grow old with,
He seemed in deep solitude,
More like a walking corpse,
Unlike the other days,
He lacked gratitude.

Tyga was a man of a noble personality,
Heart of pure gold,
Fun and jovial was just but an additional tip,
The magic of his touch unleashed my greatest strength,
Strength of love,
Slaying all the giants of uncertainties hindering me,
Just a single word was a spring of life quenching my thirst,
I could have given my life for him,
Be the mother of his children.

He expressed himself more in a teardrop,
Well, one can think it's weakness,
But he was genuine,
This night he was awkwardly cold,
Arms fold,
Teardrop withheld,
I feared,
Not for who he had turned to,
But for what he might lose in the course,
"Pure hearts in love conquers all forces,"
That he would say,
But this was beyond purity,
He seemed corrupted.

Ruthsellah