by Skyler Wolf Jones

Created on: December 04, 2008

He always shows up when the sun shines,

Blissfully soaking in the rays to his proud figure and smile,

When will he learn it isn't the little details that emboss his feelings,

Feelings he thinks he owns,

I may be vague to my descriptions,

For it is my beauty in uniformed vision that keeps me collected,

He stands so tall in three dimension,

Looking down on me as if I were the one who just showed up,

Does he not know, just as the brain, we adapt to our environment,

I am only two dimensional, calm and reserved,

And every time the sun comes for me to shine my silhouette,

He is there to defy me with his own perfections,

At least in my world my flaws blend with my complexion,

As his blare red to the ignorance and irritations,

Simple is the way I prefer my stance in life,

For as I adapt to my human body always crowded over me,

My life becomes an important following of his existence,

And I know even if he thinks I am the product of himself,

I know without me,

His insecurity would leave him wondering if he were alive.

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