The Human Abstract Comments

A Thousand Pieces Of Statue Nothing more grows from my sented view It eats away at my infested eyes Torn by weakness i want you to stay Close in your arms I wither Chanted a few outspoken words I stray Indeed close by our minds think alike Two unfolds is a slanted point of veiw A carved face of you I shall make a statue of you Curved body of structure and tone A endouted face marvels withheld I shall look and destroy So eyes could of never seen My art of you, my creative side of you Into a thousand pieces You splatter unto the floor Amberlee Spurling It kinda reminded me of my poem...by the way...very good poem you wrote