His hands
Made me feel complete as his fingers
Traced the contours of my skin
He intricately carved me
Every bit of me with precision
He was done with me
I now stand in the corner with all the others
Never again will i ever feel the same
Longing for his touch
To feel a whole again
But i am only clay
We will never be together
Because i am only one of his many sculptures
While he was my only sculptor
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
His hands
Made me feel complete as his fingers
Traced the contours of my skin
He intricately carved me
Every bit of me with precision
He was done with me
I now stand in the corner with all the others
Never again will i ever feel the same
Longing for his touch
To feel a whole again
But i am only clay
We will never be together
Because i am only one of his many sculptures
While he was my only sculptor
