Fallen Poem by ivy skies

Fallen



The sun sculpts him in bronze,
Hard as metal,
Butt warm with laughter,
I saw myself reflected,
In green with envey,
For of all before and after,
That moment,
Id rather go untouched and smilling,
than know that i am unwanted,
So im still marble,
Cold, unkissed,
As the sun goes down.

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