Sculptor


I never really say the rights words,
That you have always wanted to hear;
But if I only ever said the right words,
Tell me, would that mean you would still be here?


You’re an artist
And you are wearing just the shirt that I gave;
It is covered in paint
And there is a tear going down one side.
You created a sculpture from elven wood;
Oh my statue with golden eyes.


Take a photo of our locket heart;
Glue together all the broken parts
And we could last until the end of time.
I'm always searching for a way to breathe in your light.


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