He told me I was poetry
And held me in the rain
Read me when he was feeling blue
But I loved him all the same
He told me I was a muse
And studied me in the rain
Wrote me when I was feeling blue
But I loved him all the same
He told me I was a piece of art
And viewed me in the rain
Sculpted me into something new
Yet I loved him all the same
He told me I was his masterpiece
And left me in the rain
His completed work left me feeling blue
Because he never loved me the same
