Her

by Micheal Thompson   May 22, 2006


There she goes.
Walking and talking but not with me.
Her skin is as if it where an angels.
Her voice s holy cleansing your mind of all other thoughts.
Her green eyes stair deep into your body, mind, and soul, like she was placing you under her control.
Her lough makes you the happies person alive.
She is simply and plainly a goddess.
While i am simply and plainly not.

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  • 19 years ago

    by tinna

    Well done, this is one of ur best poems.

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