clean fresh babe stepping out for the first time.
porcelain skin, so delicate, so smooth.
smothered in rose petals, silk to the touch.
pale skin hidden away from the work of the sun.
but i know your secrets
the ones you left in your world
the world you hide from everyone
cover your face with innocence
hide the damage
hide it from this world
your past is your past
you want to keep it there
i will keep my lips sealed
i will allow you to keep your coat of purity
keeping your secrets within
your untold truths
the pain that no one will know.
A contest entry
- Siren Of The Sea by Brit-Girl.
800 points, ended July 29, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I must have missed this the first time around: put the image credit in you AN to place!
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perfect interpretation :)
I really love the fresh and provoking thought in this piece! Your interpretation of the prompt was unexpected and beautiful and I really loved reading your gorgeous write! Thanks for the entry
Em
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