Me

by Maple Tree   Jun 24, 2012


I see a natural me
within mirrors of three,
captivated by stars in the eyes
enchanting my heartbroken sighs.

When I look inside
clean all the dirt I hide
the beauty begins to shine,
I transform into a denim shrine.

Five foot eight, and full of curves,
tilting the mirrors as I swerve,
wine of sweet transforms my thoughts,
I start to see things that I have forgot.

Perky lips invite a tasty, harmonious song,
hazel eyes dazzle as I tease ebony hair of long,
Doctor Hook serenades me as I walk with grace,
"Baby's got Her Blue Jeans on"; smile on my face.

This body of forty two years has a lifetime guarantee,
it's a unique, crafted design of art, and I title it, "Me"....

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  • 11 years ago

    by Wicked Ways

    Awh i really liked this poem, I like how you kept up with the rhyme scheme. . . made it a good interesting read :) nicely written

  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    You are just too confident to be a poetess. lol. Yeah, in my opinion, misery brings inspiration. Confidence and relief just makes you perfect without the need to write! Well, I am making no sense again. :P

    How you title it just 'Me'... You ARE confident.

    'the beauty begins to shine,
    I transform into a denim shrine.'

    What a beauty. You just nailed it.

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Wow....

    I absolutely love this...it is just awesome
    and so you...

    Wow...speechless.
    x

  • 11 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    This is beautiful and amazing. I just saw an independent woman who is not afraid to brag about herself. This is well written and should be every girls anthem..loved it

  • 11 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Oh yeah syrup!!! Thats sooo you god damm it! Love the denim line lol hippie's heart through and through :-) loved it !!!

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