Ivory Skin (Bill Temple)

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This is an older Poem and the only reason I am putting it in this collection is because it was the Poem that convinced me to stay on Wattpad. It was very confusing at first and very difficult to meet people and get others to read your works, but this Poem and later, my Whisper series of books exposed my writings to a few extra people.

This is the only work I have ever had that made it to #1 in Poetry.


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Ivory Skin


She stood in front of the mirror and stared


Looking at her every feature


The long red hair


The emerald green eyes


Sculptured nose


Perfect lips


Ivory skin




"Are you as sad as me?

You don't look as sad.


You don't look like you have just had your heart ripped out


and thrown into the gutter. 


You don't look like someone whose life is over,


who feels like she doesn't have anything left to live for,


who feels life has passed her by,


who feels she will never love again."




"Are you as lonely as me?


You don't look as lonely.


You don't look like someone who has just lost their best friend,


their lover, their eternity.


You don't look like someone who feels friendless,


who feels the whole world has abandoned her,


who feels like the only person alive,


who feels she will never be whole again."




"Are you as lost as me?

You don't look that lost.


You don't look like someone who has had their path in life


overgrown with hatred.


You don't look like someone wandering,


whose perfect plan has been torn apart,


whose dreams of the future have been shattered, 


ho feels she will never be whole again."




She put her hand up to the mirror


The glass surface was warm and smooth to her touch


She gazed at her reflection a few seconds more




"You don't look like me at all."



She turned quickly and walked out of the room




The image in the mirror remained,


hand still up to the glass


A single tear escaped one of her emerald green eyes


and slowly rolled down her ivory skin


A/N: This poem is dedicated to Zara Williams, whose incredible life inspired this poems and the other 4 in the series. I also thank Zara for allowing me to present her story to the people here on Wattpad. A story that proved to be very inspirational to so many people.







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