nobody touches artwork

 

instead

they look from afar and move on 

but i am more than just a story 

 

i have a beating heart 

that beats so loud 

that it forces everyone 

to crowd around 

 

but they stop 

only to leave again 

 

because i am nothing but a piece of art 

so fragile and stripped from the walls of reality in a broken society as they view me as 

less than that rusted penny that can be found on the ground 

 

inside me i believe there is space 

for someone who will stand just a minute or two longer 

taking a true glance at the real me 

for i am just piece of art 

waiting to be touched