Deny MeA Poem by sarboomWritten quite a long time back in last July. For someone who doesn't want to believe that she's beautiful no matter what I say.
I couldn't care less
about your eyes; be they amber, blue or amethyst, and your tresses, be they cropped or long… dark as midnight or red as sunset. I don't give a damn if you're fair or dark, or if your hands are soft as petals, or if your fragrance should remind me of rain wet roses. But every restless night and every endless hour, I am haunted and taunted- not by shameful moments, not by tender memories… but by a heart too fickle. © 2013 sarboom |
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