With rose petals on my cheeks,
I am trying my best to be a work of art
but it isn't quite working out.

My colors have all faded,
and I am falling off of this canvas
and crumbing to the floor.
The other paintings are looking at me
with the saddest of eyes.

With a veil around my face,
I am trying my best to be a work of art,
but I do not want to be looked at.

I can feel myself cracking from within
and the other sculptures are looking the other way.
How are they to know when I fall?

I've been trying my best to be a work of art for the artist who created me.
I'm his clever way to live forever, but not need to stay.