A/N: because my poems (and thoughts) can't always be dark :)
She was an entity, pure sunlight
stretched to its full glory shining
for you to bask in by the windowsill.
She's bliss; the pure sublime.
Serene locks of life held twisted in
her pretty, delicate fingertips.
Everything she touched wasn't gold,
it wouldn't do her justice. Gold was too
simple a word to describe her grace.
Complex, fragile, she is what I dream to be.
The modern day Aphrodite with the opinions
of a woman in the new era. She's beauty,
but she has a map of constellations in her mind.
She's more than just a pretty face.
YOU ARE READING
Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
