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Hey Y'all.
I Got Bored In Class Today And Yesterday, So I Wrote Sumthing.. 1/2 Story, 1/2 Poem.. But Ne Ways.. Tell Me If You Like It.
I'm like clay.
You take me and mold me a certain way.
You leave me out to let me dry,
But someone else ruins the sculpture.
So you give up on me and go find someone new.
I sit in a distored position for days on end.
Still, there are features showing my once perfect form
And once beautiful shapes.
But there are new forms.
Someone new finds me there
In a tattered mess out in the rain.
He picks me up and begins to mold,
Trying to fix me,
Taking extra time to even out the rough, cracked edges.
But I have dried too much, making it difficult to remold my crippled form.
He soon gets tired of re-twisting and un-curving my broken limbs.
He, too, walks away.
So here I will sit.
Waiting. Wishing.
Anticipating the one who won't pick me up and mold me
Into a new sculpture,
The one who looks at me and thinks,
"Wow, she's beautiful - Just the way she is."
That's What I'm Waiting For.
Love You Shnookums! <3
Rissa