Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?
Beautiful in a cruel cruel kinda way
A way that leaves me wondering if
I'll make it to the next day
Without drinking the elixir of your look
One that shames the ladies in the pretty girl books
And I will not hold such beauty against you
Such would be a brittle felony
For it was essential destiny for you
To float across the walk with your shoulders proud
Your eyes strong yet your head bowed
In modesty, but disputed by the way you form your words
Words formed so beautifully in thought
Measured and congruent with your graceful gate
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A/N:
Some experiences, just beg to be captured in poetry, like the moment was choreographed to be written, and then us as authors are burdened with the task of translation. But so grateful for the amplification of memory, to see and to feel and to 'know' what was.
What did you think?
Keep it popping,
-DarthPadre
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Maximum Exposure
PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
