by Haley Johnston

Created on: April 25, 2010

Wax Tradgedy

There's a man made of wax who has lived out his days

Draped in robes made of silence and blankets of haze.

To say that he's lived would be mostly a lie,

How can one call it life when you never can die?

This made made of wax has loved only one time,

But his punishment made him see love as a crime.

She was young and at peace till the day their eyes met,

He gave paraffin smiles that she couldn't forget.

Ever since Junior High they had called her a fake,

Her attempt to be flawless had been her mistake.

He was perfect, this sculpture that could talk and feel,

When she stood by his side she would always seem real.

But she stared at his figure, his skin smooth and cold,

saw he'd always be handsome and she'd still grow old.

She could not bear the thought of her quite mortal fate,

This she told the wax mannequin after their date.

So she left him alone; from his dream he was woken

to find his wax heart now disfigured and broken.

He tried to find others, but his heart had melted.

He tried to show passion, but no longer felt it.

When there's no end in sight there's not use of tomorrow,

He now waits for death in a pool of sorrow.

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