The Object

I was a woman torn by the passions of two loves
I had twice what most would kill for
Well, I have always wanted more
But I was scorned by my own creation
for the magnitude of my errors
I forgot to appeal to the man instead of the masterpiece
Canvass is cold and only cares about misjudgments
and men become jealous
when subtleties of stroke
are wasted on an image

©2001