A Girl and Her Marble Man

There was once a girl who went into the forest to find her heart    
She was an imperfect thing of beauty, a strange piece of art    
She would sit, walk, run, and fly through nature’s overgrown garden    
Wild hair, etched with dirt, she had been there so long, the soles of her feet had harden    
When quite by accident she stumbled upon a Man carved from marble    
She had heard about this creation of stone before, quite familiar with his legend, but she couldn’t help it she stood there and marveled    
The smooth contours and lines of this man, scraping the sky with the trees, seemed so alive and breathtaking    
She ran her fingers across his torso; she could hear a faint whisper, maybe a drum of a heartbeat, simply put the girl found him captivating    
First she spent many years discovering the man made of marble, trying to find a crack or crevice that she could climb into    
Scavenged earths ground, for she fashioned tools to even saw through    
The so still marble man with the faint heartbeat drove her mad    
But the drive to discover the beating heart inside of her marble man, became her binding, and it was so sad    
 She climb her marble statue to caress, clean, polish and protect it    
She grew so attached to this man made of marble, for days at a time next to him she would just sit    
As years passed she grew angry with her marble man, he was quiet not even a faint heart beat could be heard    
She lashed out, threw stones, beat on his chest till her flesh was torn, when did she become chained? How was she lured?    
When her energy was spent, she fell to the ground    
And there she fell asleep through silence for there wasn’t even a sound  
As she slept the earth covered her, she became one, and flowers grew over her, for years had passed    
Till one day she finally woke, time had not been measured it was so vast    
She opened her eyes, to her surprise her statue was no longer there, it was gone, the unmovable marble man could in fact be moved    
The girl in the woods was no longer young, she had grown, had cracks and crevices of her own, her realization that time had passed, escaped through her fingetips, no longer to get back, gave her sorrow, she couldn’t be soothed    
She laid back down unable to move, her bones became roots to the ground, time was gone, youth was no longer, it was time to say goodbye    
With a final release she laid down and died    
If you see a man made out marble, shiny and lovely, walk by, it is not a present    
Like the girl in the woods, a snap of the fingers, your life will be gone, you will have nothing but malcontent    
The marble man is nothing but trickery    
This madness is a tall slope and it's too slippery    
So might you walk through the woods and come across the marble man, you would do well to remember his legend    
Remember the wild girl in the woods, and run, so you too don’t die from the heart beat obsession