White Silk
A Poem on How Personality Can Be Different Than Style
By J.M. PowellPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Me
I am white silk below
The worn leather outside
And you would never know
Until you try to peek inside
I want arms wrapped around me
My tears wiped away
My heart to be chased
An armor of roses
Protecting my heart
Day by day
I have that gentle touch
That makes fears fly away
I want her to come and stay
On the level I will always stay
To give me handwritten letters
About the poems her eyes say
I am more determined
Than my accomplishments say
My loyalty is calm and happy
Like standing by the water
In the bay
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About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published books of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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