She is a poem,
you know
the way she came
into my life
and settled deep in depths of my mind
and settled permanently
nestled in the region
where conscious and sub-conscious superimpose
I couldn’t differ what state I was in,
when I thought,
about her
Her shiny lips dazzling in red,
inviting and enticing
her eyes,
fishlike,
a little black dot on the forehead,
her dusky skin,
accentuating her appeal
deceiving and controlling,
capable of destroying innocent hearts,
with a million conniving stares,
that she dumped on me,
the very first time
it felt good
I was almost famous,
you see
yet something was incomplete
I wondered
if the picture could do that to me
what effect would she have..?
