A woman sitting in a tapestry chair, her skin white like chalk
Staring out with eyes that are dead
A gaudy, spice colored dress, with a trail like bird feathers
Her gown is covered with piercing eyes
They stare at me with even more intensity than the woman herself
Repulsive in her beauty, she gazes at you
Her hands remain loosely together, for she is too insubstantial to touch
Staring out with eyes that are dead
A gaudy, spice colored dress, with a trail like bird feathers
Her gown is covered with piercing eyes
They stare at me with even more intensity than the woman herself
Repulsive in her beauty, she gazes at you
Her hands remain loosely together, for she is too insubstantial to touch
Most of your poems are bout women.. Juust saying.
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Lmao!! I agree with Dominica! Haha. but i can hardly understand this poem b/c all those big words. LoL
ReplyDeletei've seen this before. i wouldnt have put too much thought into this... pic looks a little bland though...
ReplyDeleteI agree with dominica and kk. This is kinda hard to understand. but the description is good, cool.
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