The Art Student:
Was it important?
A staircase of lonely steps that led to an empty heart?
Not many could say for sure.
Might someone have walked these steps if they had not fallen in?
Fire beckoned them, enticed their tire boards, but still they stood.
If only they stood long enough, through the mold and rotting away.
Someone, anyone, might've seen them on that wretched day.
Deciding to fix and brighten, to help a tiny bit.
But they fell before she did the task that stained her past,
And unwove a future that was tightly knit.
Dedicated to: Marnie Yates.
The Art Student:
Was it important?
A staircase of lonely steps that led to an empty heart?
Not many could say for sure.
Might someone have walked these steps if they had not fallen in?
Fire beckoned them, enticed their tire boards, but still they stood.
If only they stood long enough, through the mold and rotting away.
Someone, anyone, might've seen them on that wretched day.
Deciding to fix and brighten, to help a tiny bit.
But they fell before she did the task that stained her past,
And unwove a future that was tightly knit.
Dedicated to: Marnie Yates.
Grew up awesome, at some point became Chuck Norris, punched Bruce Lee, then died from the shock of my awesomeness over powering myself, then came back to life, then I ate some chicken and went back home for lunch. That was my morning. :)