Art

July 25, 2015

I am breaking apart

And I am bleeding

Broken love;

You are a masterpiece

That is chipping away

With broken porcelain

And dried up paint,

Trying to erase a canvas

That has already been brought to life.

And as we breathe in the still air,

Time is unforgiving.

While the minutes

Are breaking away from the clock,

I had always imagined

That you were picture perfect;

-beautifully created.

But your face only ever appeared in a second-dimension.

As much as I tried to see the third,

I started to see the flaws

That were engraved when you were created, which

As they say:

Were 'Imperfectly beautiful'.

And well sadly

In the end,

My broken pieces

And your broken pieces

Never created a new masterpiece...

-m.c.-

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