Whispers Of Our Soul

Cut Me Open

I was like a piece of clay.
Everyone who came took me in their hands
They poked and prodded
They shaped me
Then they squashed me

Until you
You didn't poke or prod
Took me in your hands
And just looked
Studied every single part of me
You held me for so long
That my skin got used to the warmth of your hands

And slowly but surely
You shaped me into something beautiful
I was a rose, blooming tall in the summer skies
I was a sunset, turning everything golden in my light
I was the ocean, breathing across the entire expanse of the world
You made me beautiful
You shaped me permanently
Beautiful by warming me with your love

But when the smoke cleared
And I was no longer a lousy piece of clay
Able to be changed and squashed
But a beautiful sculpture
Ready to stand against the fire and storm
You decided I wasn't pretty enough
Or maybe you thought you had made a mistake
Whatever it was
You left me

And people came
And they stared
And when I became to old and weathered
They took me down
And they cut me open
Only to find emptiness
Because you filled me
And you were gone

Cut me open
And you will only find a
Shell of what once was