Pieces of Art

The truly original Masters of lyrical Borderline spiritual Are pieces of art. The people we meet Who walk down the street Who might lie, who might cheat Are pieces of art Myself? I am torn My soul has been worn My spirit forlorn You’ve broken my heart As silence stands still The way that I feel Is never too real Without you here My heart’s become tough Like a stone, sharp and rough If you look close enough The truth becomes clear So how can I be, The pain that is me, The art that you see? Your vision I fear