Open Poetry #35 |
Unbeknownst to Me |
LenMcC1 Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 68 |
Her skin is as soft As a January Snow Her heart and demeanor are just as cold Hardly speaking but always thinking Of a past filled with love and regret A gentle girl with a ghoulish scold Many men have passed through young and old None demanding a look or gesture Only craving lust and texture Never seeing such a delicate soul She dreams of night And all of its frights Happy she can still evade She only grins when the Doctor is in Only because she’s so afraid Years ago of her I dreamed Her look, her touch, were so serene My dreams lasted for some time Eventually dying when she cried Because her tears were so sublime Because her eyes were really mine |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
It's good to know that there are men who see beyond the surface to discover a beautiful soul. This is sad, but it holds such sensitivity. A touching piece. Love, Margherita |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I agree, this is a good peice. -Juju Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic |
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bslicker
since 2000-12-04
Posts 2321state of mind |
enjoyed bernie A smile a day keeps the world in smile's. |
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