I want to be someone's favourite piece of art
Not an artist, that's too far
A piece they can visit and never get tired of
Noticing a new detail each time
Unveiling a new emotion

The fallen porch bench to signify what exactly
A football covered in squashed insects in my corners
They'll look closer
Beyond the broken shed - the centrepiece
And amongst the rot they'll notice a shiny coin
Meaning so much more

I want to be someone's favourite piece of art
And maybe it's selfish to want;
Them to notice and accept my flaws
But to pick out the model figurines and the new crayons
Directly from my heart

© Sam Hunter