Like a sketch left in the rain
Ink outlines dripping
Beauty, but lost in a downpour.
I am too soft
Like a sand sculpture on the beach
Overcome by the breaking waves
Art, but vanished in the tide.
I am too soft
Like a chocolate at dawn
Melting at the suns first rays.
Sweet, but a puddle before noon.
I could be hard
Like a diamond dug from the earth
Cutting with the slightest touch
Sparkling, but not so rare.
