Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry

I Am Beauty

That laugh that i have nearly 

forgotten how it tastes.


My long fingers that had once embraced

the notes that had contained.


The freckles that dot

what i had once tried to rub off,

And my porcelain white skin

that provided the cage.

~

Admittantly this is a few years old, but I still kind of enjoy it. It displays the transition period from my rather bland and blunt poetry to my more descriptive and (possibly even) cryptic poetry of today. I think I wrote this at the beginning of my sophomore year of high school. I have another poem from this period of my life that I might also put up...