Monday, July 9, 2007

he carved me out of ivory
inch by inch
skin on skin
chiseled to perfection,
delicate and beautiful.
i am cold marble,
he yearns for warmth in my skin.
i am hard stone,
he sees no tears and hears no laughter.
he cries when he looks at me;
i am not meant to be loved.

Posted by rachel at 5:45 AM