Pardon

Pardon,
je ne suis pas assez jolie...

Unworthy of your art

And I've tried every color
on the palette, but my outlet
was just brown
and there are others
you can place against the wall
and call art

Oh, I'm not art
something cold like war
something stiff like boards
on windows to keep the world out
I'm the creaking of a floor
that bears the weight of angry steps
running for the door
so...

Pardon,
je suis indigne

Sigh

In the end...
I hope you face your lens
towards the sun
and let her smile
before she's gone