Stone Cold
May 25, 2021
Stone Cold
Stone… Cold…
As I’m walking up to it
Its beauty glitters through the bushes when I peek
Its lovely figure, leaks through the separation of the leaves
But as I get closer
Its beastly modesty makes the biggest appearance before my eyes
Its horrific shape openly makes through everything in front
For seeing something beautiful
Can be something repulsive
As I go to touch it
I figure it’s soft
Mushy
Warm
But when I do
Its rough
Hard
Cold
Stone… Cold…
Sunny T • Sep 28, 2021 at 8:40 am
Very creative Roberta! I never knew about your poetic side..!