see the wooden statues,
how they walk about,
locked inside, their
heartwood screams
to be cut free of doubt
watch the alabaster statues,
dance around the room,
their translucent skin
masks the beauty of
roses' passionate bloom
break the marble statues,
real beauty's trapped inside,
chisel away, bright flames ablaze,
with light too bright to hide
melt your bronzened statue,
show me your true form,
though lovely,copper and tin
will never compare
to the gold that shines within
--bruised orange
Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 1:22 PM UTC
see the wooden statues,
how they walk about,
locked inside, their
heartwood screams
to be cut free of doubt
watch the alabaster statues,
dance around the room,
their translucent skin
masks the beauty of
roses' passionate bloom
break the marble statues,
real beauty's trapped inside,
chisel away, bright flames ablaze,
with light too bright to hide
melt your bronzened statue,
show me your true form,
though lovely,copper and tin
will never compare
to the gold that shines within
--bruised orange
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