Double A P SS

(Los Angeles, California)

That and Nothing More


She the dark and undefined
Finds my home to rest her feet
She women cold and burning
She unknown
Holds my hand taunts me
She who one sided is
Never shows her battered face
Two-Face
She the dark and undefined
Finds my smile humbling
She is
Never will be
Staying
She is belonging in the night
She the atmosphere of the rave
She women cold and burning
Finds my home to heal her wounds
She uses me that and nothing more

Submitted: Monday, June 13, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, June 14, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (6/13/2011 1:19:00 PM)

    Nice poem. Great sentiments. The poem is rich in imagery and style.
    Great write indeed.
    I give it 10/10.
    Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. (Report) Reply

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