Your skin is fair,
Your eyes are cute,
And when I run my hands through your hair,
My voice goes and leaves me mute.
But your looks and your beauty are only skin deep,
On the inside you are cold,
You are also too neat,
And ruthlessly bold.
Desire drives you,
And then you leave it unfinished,
Abandoning it to find something new,
Maybe this time you will find blissedness.
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Ocean's Depth
PoetryThis is poetry. If you dont like poetry please dont pick on mine just because its there, I will comment very rudely on your stories Wow I logged back on and found out I use to like poetry. Not so much anymore
