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)
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
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)
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