Lies of once told yesterday’s
create forbidden glares
in deep black pupils of
the greenest eyes
-hidden
in a
curtain
of tears-
Brunette hair of dreams,
upon a beautiful face
red stained cheeks,
never looked so sweet
so innocent, so unloved
-brown hair
bleached to
blond perfection-
Light as the clouds color
show the truth behind eyes
so flowed with lies
gambling with the heart of
today’s time, yesterday’s hope
-darker colors
were definitely
more fit
for the season-
Author notes
"white as snow"
A contest entry
- Color Rounds: 1: Words of White by amaranthine lover.
400 points, ended June 22, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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*whistles* this is really all like wow and stuff
nicely original you grasped the concept of "bleached" well
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I love analogy of bleaching your hair.
-brown hair bleached to blonde perfection-
My favorite part. Very good write!
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