Oct 2016
Your mouth gleams blue under the veil of the full moon.
Your perfect pearl teeth light up like thousands of falling stars ready to face their doom.
Your eyes are reflected in the whispering bay, while your raven black eyelashes extend like mournful hands up against the dark sky.
Your cheeks flare up as the warmest fire place on earth.
Your perfect pearl teeth light up like thousands of falling stars ready to face their doom.
Your eyes are reflected in the whispering bay, while your raven black eyelashes extend like mournful hands up against the dark sky.
Your cheeks flare up as the warmest fire place on earth.
This is a poem I wrote back in 2012, in my first year of high school. I was supposed to create it with a friend, but she let me do all the work, since she thought I were good with words, but I don't know about that. I wrote it in Danish, but I have now decided to translate it into English with a few improvements for it to make better sense.
(23/F/Denmark)
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