Like a fragile little doll she smiles unaware of the thought that cloud the soul of the monster glaring at her
Beautiful and composed she stand there alone
Calmness of Mediterranean after the west wind has gone
Her smile is prettier than the blooming flower of spring and brighter than the soulful azhure
In her beautiful eyes there is a universe to explore
Her hair cascade down like a fountain of honey
Like freshly craved wax doll her skin is smoothest and shiney
In her a procelain dedicated body rest a beautiful soul
The more you look closer the more is there to know
Her arms are tender like petals of roses
Innocently she clings to me in beautiful poses
She yearned like a baby looking with her eyes so dreamy
Her innocence can drive even the darkest devil crazy
christabella is the new lady I'm crushing on
I really like your wordplay and imagery!
Thank you
Nice one, love the combination of your write up and the visuals
Nice piece Sirsticks
Well inked lines. Message well communicated using combination of words and visuals as @onyima have said
Oo the cat is out of the bag, that's good. The next amazing thing is your poetry. nice nice nice.
Thank you