I carved my heart out
On a granite stone
And etched your initials
Though how hard it is
To feel
The chisel's sharpness.
I can no longer
Maintain its composure.
The sculpture cannot
Contain you.
You have been
Quite demanding.
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wow... nice write and nice use of the figurative! nice wordings! 10!