His eyes as blue as the exotic seas
Tousled black hair gleaming with purple shine
Bright red alluring lips calling to mine
His face looks so smooth, never not at ease
Walking with head high, so confidently
His voice is so deep, speaking fluently
Personifying the dreams of young girls
He's exactly what all woman despise
Deceitfulness shines like light on one's pearls
A player, cheater, a curse in disguise
The girl is the prey, he the predator
His tantalizing looks drawing her in
But maybe this fight the female might win
For she is the peace and he is the war
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For the fourth round of the Poetry Gauntlet. I had so much trouble coming up with an idea for this, and getting everything right was even harder. But I did it and I'm proud of myself!
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Of Scales and Flames
PoetryA book about one art that is smooth, flowing and beautiful, poetry. Read about prophecies, fairytales, lifestyles, adventures, anything that can be written as poetry.
