Marble Statuesque:
Carved out of soul, beauty reimagined in the limelight of her eyes. Forever etched into history, living in the beauty of her marble Statuesque. Blood seeps through her tears, over her amethyst skin, dripping off of her fingertips. Good things don’t last, but the hubris is hauntingly beautiful, but her touch is a state of mind.
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
Online) - Published: June 18th, 2025 18:01
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my favourite poem I’ve written so far :)
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
(carved out of soul) a great line. (limelight of her eyes) sets the mood. (her touch is a state of mind) finishes the mood. Nicely done.
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