If I was made of clay,
What would you make me?
Shape my sharp edges to make them soft?
Move my face into a different way than what it was?
All of you changes all of me with a caressed touch
If you ever loved me, just say so,
Because all I can feel is my skin drying up
When all your love has changed me into what you want me to be
I'm still made of clay,
And that's all I'll ever be
©keirabeech
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