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Is She Pretty, Are You Vain
She's so beautiful
With eyes as green as her enchanted forest
With shadows of lust illuminating her globes of mystery
Crimson pours down her shoulders
Breast
Past her back
Skin as exquised as the glow of a full moon
Feeling the smolder as ember of an hourglass figure
Enflaming the raw intensity of a need
Enriching the flutter of an abondante chest clenching pace
The dance of sparks as movement engulfs inside out
She's so miserable
Shitty brown drowned in silent agony
Apperring as the ashes of a tranquil acceptence
Self hate seen through bloodshot eyes
A mangled untamed jungle of frizzed out hair
Resting on chubby shoulders
Searing slashes blocks the insides
Burns and scares preventing her sanity
Enticing the call of release
Focusing on the shear addrenilen
Shredding past the sensation of a heartbroken promise
Pissed with her frostbitten world
Ice cold wastelands shattering under the blaze
Shattered icesicles punctured her lungs
What is real?
Who is wrong?
Is she sad?
Does she fuck?
Will she die?
Can she accept me?
Am I noticeable?
How am I vain?
With eyes as green as her enchanted forest
With shadows of lust illuminating her globes of mystery
Crimson pours down her shoulders
Breast
Past her back
Skin as exquised as the glow of a full moon
Feeling the smolder as ember of an hourglass figure
Enflaming the raw intensity of a need
Enriching the flutter of an abondante chest clenching pace
The dance of sparks as movement engulfs inside out
She's so miserable
Shitty brown drowned in silent agony
Apperring as the ashes of a tranquil acceptence
Self hate seen through bloodshot eyes
A mangled untamed jungle of frizzed out hair
Resting on chubby shoulders
Searing slashes blocks the insides
Burns and scares preventing her sanity
Enticing the call of release
Focusing on the shear addrenilen
Shredding past the sensation of a heartbroken promise
Pissed with her frostbitten world
Ice cold wastelands shattering under the blaze
Shattered icesicles punctured her lungs
What is real?
Who is wrong?
Is she sad?
Does she fuck?
Will she die?
Can she accept me?
Am I noticeable?
How am I vain?
Published 14th Dec 2011
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16th Dec 2011 2:16am
Beautiful. Very visual. She is almost in love with love, but she loves to hate. Great write I enjoyed it.
21st Sep 2012 2:18pm
I've read a lot of your writing. You have your own style. Others can comment on grammar. I look to the soul of a poet. Yours is intriguing.
21st Sep 2012 11:04pm
Yes my grammer sucks, always had always will. And thank you for such a lovely comment, I haven't realized I might have my own style. What's intriguing to me is how you willingly read all my different forms of poetry, from the obscene to the honest purity I have scattered throughout my works. An interesting man is being revealed infront of me.
