Delicate

I'm just a girl
delicate as a china doll
I sit on a table
I feel strong
I look perfect
I gaze upon the land below me
as if I am not seen
as if I am fast or strong
or even sneaky
I am careful not to fall over the edge
unbeknownst to me I would shatter
He's just a boy
a piece of jewelry
made of copper
covered by silver
to hide the vulnerability
He's strong
He's perfect
But when it rains
If not for the silver
He would rust
We are all delicate
in one way or another
some more than others
You just have to look
before you fall