She's reserved. . .
Being savored
with ever breath he takes.
She's weak and cold
young, but aged from cruelty.
She hides her face
with her silk midnight
hair cascading toward her heart.
Rose petals dwindle down her hair
surrendering her forsaken desire.
Author notes
Yea. i got bored again in class. . yippy!
This poem is picture inspired
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiried 10 entries/10 lines by mysticstorm.
475 points, ended October 1, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice take on the picture. Very vivid imagery and a sad reminder of how it is for many in life.
Well done with a creative depth.
Thank you for entering!
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