the poets journal: first poem.. Her

a basic description of what a woman could be, is, and can be...

Her

 

she obtains wisdom from every experience

her passion, an undeniable spark

she is the daughter of pain and the only good of her kind..

she breaks and she heals

taps and feels

stops and turns to make sure all is well with you

 

she is the hunger of the heart

the food of sin

the undeniable flame of hell dressed as an angel

 

she is the mother of all rumours

the spreader of every lie

the on you meet once and never learn to love

 

she is the best of a friend

and the worst enemy

she, the one who cares is the one who curses

she, is your woman

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar probz... tell me your views.. :)

Reviews

[Ja]

Quite the women she is.
We could easily be perplexed by this.
But as you have slyly pointed out.
She is both trust and doubt.
An eye opening read, thank you