Post by Lunar Knite on Oct 29, 2006 18:13:54 GMT -5
You chipped at the stone heart,
Not knowing what you’re making,
Creating a plain piece of art,
Something just granted for taking.
It turned out to be a masterpiece,
But you sold it without a thought,
As you just needed a release,
Though it was all for naught.
Now the statue waits for its artist,
Even if it knows she’ll never arrive,
Forevermore wanting to be kissed,
But never had a chance to be alive.
Not knowing what you’re making,
Creating a plain piece of art,
Something just granted for taking.
It turned out to be a masterpiece,
But you sold it without a thought,
As you just needed a release,
Though it was all for naught.
Now the statue waits for its artist,
Even if it knows she’ll never arrive,
Forevermore wanting to be kissed,
But never had a chance to be alive.
