This new poem by Cristy is imaginative amd original. - poetheart 08/19/01
Her skin is the color of madness.
The wind dances in her hair and sings.
Her eyes are the color of secrets,
Withholding so many things.
Her blood moves like honey.
Flowing steady and sweet.
Her movments are deliberate,
With every rhythmic beat.
Her lips are like two rose petals.
Soft, delicate and red.
She makes you believe her promises.
With every word that is said.
Her words are like a song.
And in your heart the melody will stay.
Such a sad, woeful tune,
That will never go away.
by Cristy Ramirez