Jan 2013
A necklace lies upon her breast
A deck of cards in her hands
Creating a perfect illusion of attractiveness
In the eyes of another man
She creates doubts in those with confidence
An image of desire
Held only for a night
Once given and received
Her presence is no longer needed
Worth nothing but dust
She holds a new deck
A deck of cards in her hands
Creating a perfect illusion of attractiveness
In the eyes of another man
She creates doubts in those with confidence
An image of desire
Held only for a night
Once given and received
Her presence is no longer needed
Worth nothing but dust
She holds a new deck
I actually wrote the first 2 lines like 2 weeks ago on a paper but had trouble finishing the poem. Today right before geometry began, I took out the piece of paper in my pocket and I finished the poem quickly.
