She was..

She was..

A Poem by Anita Singh

She was as beautiful as beauty can be
but never seemed to put much glee.
Every attractive thing about her,
from the way her clothes fit,
to her bright red lipstick.
Flattered her skin.
Seemed like a sin.
Like a flower pressed in a book for ages,
loved and must
but liable to fall to dust.

© 2013 Anita Singh


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Oh! I cant believe people missed this work of yours. As for me, I absolutely loved it! Specially the lines: loved and must
but liable to fall to dust.

These lines fit in so damn well, Annabella!

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Anita Singh
Anita Singh

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Anita. A is for Alluring N is for Natural I is for Intelligent T is for Twisted A is for Adventurous That's all about me. Read between the lines to know me better. And also... .. more..

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