Open Poetry #39 |
The perfect woman |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Her perfect smile, Only shadowed by Her angelic eyes, But they hide the truth, Well enough for me to fall, Only to repeat it again, The scent of her body Intoxicated me for a while, Dripping heavenly signs, But she disguised herself well, Hiding her evil self, Blinded by this, I craved, Tone of her serene voice, A musical melody, That turns any frown to smile, But her lips utter poison, Seeping within my heart, Turning me against myself, Her touch can melt, Even the coldest of heart, Creating a garden of love, But the way she touches me, Pulling apart my soul, Ending me seems to be her goal. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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william foos Member
since 2006-09-13
Posts 77schenectady,new york,usa |
i think that they drink poison just because they can great write love the papa i see what i write and write what i see |
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banished_fairy Junior Member
since 2006-10-02
Posts 31Happy in H*ll, PA |
We all have fallen for the "wrong" person at one time or another. And to break away from their "charm" is one of the most difficult things to do. You are well on your way. Beauty only gets you so far. Nice work. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Perfect people are too often hung up on their perfect selves.... Sad, society and the universe are judged by looks.. |
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DreamerSpirit Member
since 2006-10-02
Posts 240Buenos Aires, Argentina |
Excellent Poem. I hope one day, i can define a woman in a way similar to that..i really liked it a lot. i'll look for more of your poems and see what i can learn Excellent Work. |
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