My body is a temple.

Only one from ancient Rome.

What used to be so filled with life is now forgotten and alone.

My body is a temple.

Only one that is destroyed.

What used to contain such happy memories is now an empty void.

My body is a temple.

But only like the ruins.

Something that used to be beautiful is now only a fraction of what it had been.

So when you see my body.

You may think broken and old.

But much like an ancient temple, my body has stories that are yet to be told.

And even though my body is broken.

A timple that can't be repaired.

I'll take something from the broken pieces and make a new one out of what I once feared.

Your body is a temple.

Whether good or bad or old.

Your body is a temple with a story that has not yet been told.