her skin is like an outer shell that covers her dense inside
hiding handfuls of new seeds
just waiting to be discovered
each little morsel bursting
a new surprise
a new discovery
but by the time you've gotten to know her
your hands are drenched
dripping with inner turmoil
shes just a mess
creating stains where ever she goes
3 comments:
very descriptive! i like it. i love the word choice and creativity. great job!
-Tesla
What a great concept! A pomegranate is the perfect object for such a person! Nice work, Mandy.
Ms. V
i wish the poem had a happier ending. Other than that, i loved it.
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