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Me
by Ginette T BellePensive, I am
Rough around the edges
But melting like butter
when the sunset strokes my eyes
purple hues, saffire reds
dripping over the sky
like the beauty of someone's soul
on your fresh bruised skin
yes, pensive I am
and although sometimes it causes
burdened nights
I'm not ready to throw myself into the ocean yet 11/27/2002 Posted on 11/27/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/27/02 at 10:31 PM "when the sunset strokes my eyes"...what an image. Excellent work. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/20/03 at 11:09 PM bravo... introspective poems are my favorite... this is visually beautiful and the ending magnificent... blessings... |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/27/04 at 08:24 PM I like this, its seems passionate and hesitant all at once. |
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