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If You Have TimeIf You Have Time…If You Have Time by Antebelle
I was born from your anger.
I was sketched in tears.
I was thought of in remorse.
You created me at the peak of your distress.
You created me when you felt you could never create anything beautiful.
But most of all,
You created me.
I am a simple drawing.
An absent minded doodle on mere note paper.
Something to look over and never finish;
I stay in the same spot you left me;
A crumpled up ball that missed your trashcan.
I have a head that is not defined,
A faded nose,
Blank, empty eyes,
A closed and stiff mouth,
And mere outlines of the rest of me.
I don’t complain.
After all, my mouth cannot move.
Paper cannot move unless my Master bids it so.
I am unfinished.
Time passes and I see your art.
Your finished art.
I’d cry if I could,
But you never finished my eyes.
I’d reach for you,
But I have no arms.
If my lips could move,
I would only ask one thing:
I am not perfect, but nobody is.
Art is for you and others to enjoy.
Am I not conside
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