You make me feel like
I'm fragile and delicate
Even when I'm not
I'm a porcelain
At your ev'ry gentle touch
Ain't a piece of that
Yet, you hold me like
A piece of china or glass
Didn't even have a class
To me, I'm a mess
But you complete my pieces
And all of the rest
Child, you are gifted
With such an intelligence
That's created me
You're a sculptor
Of your imagination
I'll live but die soon.
011016|Little membrane xx
