Oct 28, 2005 23:23
Today, when I went to the art gallery, I wondered what Aphrodite might feel as she gazed from Mt. Olympus and saw artists paying homage to her. What if she was really lonely? What if being a goddess isn't all it's cracked up to be?
Painter, Painter,
Paint my picture,
Paint me perfect, as only you could
Ignore every blemish
Make my smile shiny
If only I could be that happy inside
Sculptor, Sculptor,
Sculpt my figure,
Perfect arms and supple breasts
Barely cloth me
I am perfect
At least on the outside
Poet, Poet,
Write my story,
Find the girl you envision as me.
Isn't she perfect?
A muse in a million?
You are hers, but who is mine?
Wow. That was really bad. Feel free to give me suggestions for this.
I personally suggest fire and lots of it.