Gothic glam supermodel, you can never reach me,
I elude your grasp, like a broken heartfelt clasp,
ever changing faces, do I know who I am?
Slam back to reality I am nothing, I am everything,
a short fling, leaving you breathless, restless,
gasping for air, clar-ity, who am I?
I am everything and nothing, a ghost, a demon, a goddess, a slut, a whore, perfection.
A contest entry
- catch me in the DARKness if you can by theDARK1.
337 points, ended November 26, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i think you covered everything in this write along with fueding emotions that tears a person up inside. i think everyone has been in that place some time or another wondering who they are. sweet entry, DARK.
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