She holds a flawless beauty,
Like an exqusite statue.
Her face and body carved
From the purest marble
As white as gardenia blossoms.
Her lips as dark as rubies,
And just as cold and unkissable.
Those eyes hewn from emeralds
Staring with a sparkling gleam.
She cries tears of saphires
That shimmer as they race down her cheeks.
Perfect teeth fashioned from pearls,
Set in a radiant smile.
Vibrant curls of crushed onyx
Swirl down her back.
Inhaling, she breaths in fine diamonds,
She exhales shards of crystal.
A fragile glass heart
Pumps mercury blood through platinum veins
With golden joints she moves
Her silver brain lets her think.
Clad in robes of regal pyrite,
Lithely treading in sandals of opal.
But what would happen
If she were to trip and fall?
It is simple...
She would shatter.
View User's Journal
The Road To Nowhere
 |
