His hands
Made me feel complete as his fingers
Traced the contours of my skin
He intricately carved me
Every bit of me with precision
He was done with me
I now stand in the corner with all the others
Never again will i ever feel the same
Longing for his touch
To feel a whole again
But i am only clay
We will never be together
Because i am only one of his many sculptures
While he was my only sculptor
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
I could write you poems with flowery language and fancy words
Or I could write you a song
But no amount of words can possibly describe how I feel about you
It's really vague and I'm very unsure
And a spark can turn into a flame which would most probably end in a catastrophe
That is why I choose to ignore the electrical signals transmitting in my neurones
I choose to ignore the feelings you're making me feel
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC