Art
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.-