Beautiful Stranger
Location
An ocean so blue, with a pasture green,
so well blended together in her eyes.
Hints of gold, flicked with care to seem sereen,
it seems as though that ocean never dies
Her cheeks flushed with pink, like many roses,
she smiles to subtly as she walks past.
Anyone would be pleased to watch her poses,
like an angel she flies by all to fast.
But in that angel, evil lies waiting,
her eyes, once blue, turn red with much anger.
And now she scowls so ugly in her hating,
what hurt this angel in her past shames her.
Her beauty fades, so fleeting ‘till its gone,
the oceans in her eyes have now moved on…
This poem is about:
Me
Our world