art

With rose petals on my cheeks, I am trying my best to be a work of art but it isn't quite working out. My colors have all faded, and I am falling off of this canvas and crumbing to the floor. The other paintings are looking at me with the saddest of eyes. With a veil around my face, I am trying my best to be a work of art, but I do not want to be looked at. I can feel myself cracking from within and the other sculptures are looking the other way. How are they to know when I fall?

I've been trying my best to be a work of art for the artist who created me. I'm his clever way to live forever, but not need to stay.