A silent cry for help,
The call of Venus.
Inside the waiting chamber,
The emptiness inside.
To feel the warmth,
The hands of a man.
On the curves that shape,
Nature's best piece.
The sleek, lithe body,
Made of fine clay,
So easy to hold,
The desire is too much.
The statue stands in the middle,
As men gaze at the molded shape,
Seeing through it.
Not understanding.
This statue, while beautiful,
Is more than a figure,
But no more than an idle,
Than the rest of those surrounding it.
Author notes
ummm...Let's just get it clear that I'm straight...and young and hopeless. Just a thought. (I have been watching WAY too much Secret Life of the American Teenager)FYI
Would this make a good song?
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jaded teardrop
honestly, this is not one of your best poems, but the word choise is really good. not bad, but i like lockdown better... it is still pretty good, so don't worrry. we are all young and hopeless, so chill and join the club
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