The old man winds his hands
around his youngest piece of art
Giving the confidence her of a star
Making her an object of obsession
"I can make you beautiful"
he whispers his taunted words in her young ear
His grin is huge with all the thoughts of making her his
Her innocence is clouded over with sin
She is his piece of wood
He is the carver
He can reject parts of her
Making them disappear forever
He carves her out of wood
Tracing his dirty fingers around a softened edge
Getting his thrills when she obeys his command
She thinks this is what love is
She doesnt see any reason to leave
She wants to be this lovely piece of art
Admired by all
She only sees the good
He makes circles around his latest creation
His greedy eyes reaping in the rewards
He has made a creation that pales in beauty in comparsion
to the darkness within his heart
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Comments
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*gasp*
Wow.
This is definitely one of my most favorite pieces of yours. By far. I cant seem to say how deeeeep it is. The way you describe it is different from all the rest of your poems. Everytime I read one of your poems it gets better and better. I am completely IN LOVE with this one. It's your best, I think.
I cant understnad where the inspiration could come for this one, but either way it feels so real. It's amazing what your words can do to me ;] ahaha but really, I cant even begin to describe how much I like it.
"She is his piece of wood
He is the carver"
that is my favorite line of all. I dont know why, but it just hits dead center.
THANK YOU FOR SHARING BABE
I love you.
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