Work of art

I've seen people, friends of mine, do amazing things all around me. but I know that I can never be them

I' surrounded by good feelings and dreams come to pass.

but our paths are not linked, surly they will not last.

masterpieces surround me, the pace is too fast.

I will never be them for I am made of glass.

if only things had come sooner or later.

or even never at all, it would have been greater.

to never feel things as I have learned to so.

and never understand what makes a human heart glow.

what I have pushed away for so long.

It will seep into my heart like a Love Song.

and all the freedom in the world could not resist.

the lonely sorrow that failure does continually persist.

I wish I was a Work of Art alike to my friends.

but time proves to control its own ends.

I'm so very tired of watching the same things pass.

but I guess that's only expected of a broken statue made of glass.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

Like how it comes together, great job. keep on writing.

[x]

Awesome writing. Congrats.