She is a fragile marble statue
her smile plastered and formed
Forged in the pain of it's architect
Skin white and pure as the first fallen now,
In her making a single mistake weakened her,
Cracks appear, threatening to break her every time she moves
As a statue she remained still
hoping the architect may mend her once again
YOU ARE READING
Poetry collection
PoetryYou must strive to find your own voice because the longer you wait to begin the less likely you are to find it. -Dead Poets society 1989
