Description: heres soemthing i rarley do a tittle that fits the poem hehheheheh this actually stems from comments made by first true love when we were 14 i was such a lil goth a hate the world chick but he always said it was my coldness in me that challenged him i married him ....never let anyone tell you its puppy love sometimes first love can be true love
WAR PAINT -------------------------------------------
A perfect innocence just years ago .
Before the tainted times dyed her hair black
Before she was masked in brilliant shades of blue and green .
Twisted currents of time pass before her now.
I believe in her mystery .
Fall victim to it.
She is entirely mine .
Everything past is like war paint to us now.
A symbolic vision of strength and hate.
Hi LayD, you have improve even more it seems. I like this poem. Your flow was good. And you are turning into a master with imagery. It was short, but it was full of meaning. Sounds like love was good but turned bad, and the mental warpaint is all that is left of the memories. Great job. Maggie
The mental pictures that this poem formed were both memorable and beautiful. My only question is whether or not you should be using periods at the end of each line, and whether this causes an interruption in the flow.