pedestal

I carved you out of plaster I moulded you from clay I put you on a pedestal one fine summers day But winter's wind came calling eroding the shellac In your side you could not hide the evidence of cracks An angel I had fashioned a deity I'd made but you were dust beneath the crust you could not fly away And so you came a'crashing my beautiful amore' Yes you fell on me as well where I stood upon the floor In pieces you lay the there with our loving cup though in one stroke both hearts were broke I began to pick you up I noticed the wrinkles on the flesh you wore and I knew that it was true humanity restored Now we are together as human beings abide neither one against the sun *we sit side by side* SoulSurvivor (C) 1/15/2016

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