Craved by glass
Broken by stone
I was built from marble
Beautiful when left alone
Brother oh brother
Was I beautiful when I was left alone
You told me so
I believed you so
Hung a light bright above my pose
Brother oh brother
Beautiful when I was left alone
Strong glass cut me
Screeching along my skin
I hold stronger
Because oh
Brother you made me so
An artist shaping with nothing but love
Masterpiece found out of lies
Oh artist of mine, Did you lie
For I found when I am not alone
I am no beautiful masterpiece to be shown
When she comes in, Tells me
Oh how our dear brother
Decided to break in
Break her stone for as I am beautiful alone
She was shattered
Oh artist of mine
Why oh why did you have to lie
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For Just A Moment
PoetryMoments that don't have an end but for some reason I still put a period Poetry from a lost writer with a moments notice
