Sunday, May 30, 2010

Flawed

Hair like glass
Blown by the sunlight
Embers and ashen
In her eyes
Each of her movements
Graceful and fluid
Like the edge of a curb
Under fast falling rain
Her soul is exquisite
An inspired piece
Kind and sincere
With just the spark of a queen
She's everything I should want
Everything I could dream
But she just isn't you
So she's just not for me

2 comments:

Pat Tillett said...

nice! I'm glad to see you are po
sting more of these...
You've got me doing some more writing myself

Bob West said...

I hope you enjoy my blog as much as I have yours. Very interesting. I am now a follower.
God Bless, Bob West

http://westbob.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-vs-science.html