sometimes I stare at my face for so long
that it looks like clay
maybe it's the caked on makeup
maybe it's my nose sticking out between my sunken eyes
maybe it's the desire to mold it into something new
when I was told to get creative
I didn't know it meant to use the clay on the table
not the clay covering the mirror
but sometimes, I stare at it for so long
that the clay starts to sparkle
and my eyes read the creator of the sculpture
and all it says is love
because every piece of clay
and every face
is moulded by love
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
sometimes I stare at my face for so long
that it looks like clay
maybe it's the caked on makeup
maybe it's my nose sticking out between my sunken eyes
maybe it's the desire to mold it into something new
when I was told to get creative
I didn't know it meant to use the clay on the table
not the clay covering the mirror
but sometimes, I stare at it for so long
that the clay starts to sparkle
and my eyes read the creator of the sculpture
and all it says is love
because every piece of clay
and every face
is moulded by love
love yourself