Her lips formed a pout
But still looked tender as it was sweet
Her eyes foretold of anger
But her face looked vulnerable as ever
Her height told of her status
But the aura around her told of her innocence
She was potent as she was sweet
And nobody could ever tell
How each difference made her miserable
In ever possible way
And soon one day
Her life would be taken away
Author notes
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Comments
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Touching
you should really write more poetry I can see that most of your writing is stories but seeing this wonderful poem really makes me want to read some more from you
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WOW
I like this poem, but the end is a little sad... was that what you were aiming at? I think "And soon one day her life would be taken away" is suppposed to be another poem altogether. I think it doesn't go along with what you already have started, but other than that, I like it very much. Good Job.


