Love Art

Clay made soft with water and pressure

Press me down with your hands and i'll be your treasure

Take control and spin me around

Make me into something you couldn't live without

 

You can use tools, paints, and techniques

But please don't leave me as another failed piece

My body fits into your hands

Make me apart of your night plans

 

You have the paints

Brush them against me with no complaints

Guide your hands along every curve

Pull me to you and hit every nerve

 

Build me up and break me down

Form and shape me into something worthy of your crown

Work real fast and don’t stop

Not until you’ve given it all you got

 

You’re in control of my every move

Do what you want with me you won’t lose

You’re the artist and I am the art

Come inside me so I can fulfil your heart

This poem is about: 
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