You are a work of art
Yet i'm the statue, (dead)
Stuck staring at you
Admiring your edges and curves

Yet I'm the painting
nailed on the wall,(dead)
Yet all the colours are summarized
in your shadow

Yet i'm a photograph
framed in four corners
Frozen in stillness, (dead)
Unable to touch your face

You are a work of art
Yet a walking travesty
Of a sweet untainted illusion
Of beauty, (alive)