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The living statue

Poetry By: tvmotltf134
Poetry



I'm not sure what to write.


Submitted:Apr 11, 2011    Reads: 72    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The living statue

She sits by the fire

Stretches her body on the lounge

Her white dress

Spread out like the wings of a bird

Her veil covered in muffin cups

Hands on the sides of the sofa

Rested comfortably

Fingers together

The blue ring glistens and shines

In the bright light

Those violet eyes darken

Her lips part slightly

She's like a bride young and innocent

She's like a queen harsh and brutal

Her maids

Her companions stand behind her

Like porcelain dolls

Like manikins

Like statues

Idolising her beauty

She's the queen

She's the brutal one

Beauty is her mask

But her eyes

Eyes never lie





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