Tuesday, August 02, 2005

The picture in his wallet

We were sitting in the bus when it happened:
The metal clasp snaps open
And therein beams the sweetest smile
That ever is,
Exists the only thought can ever think.
Where models stain their lips so red,
Hers is all natural pink.
Black is the all- new black,
No more peeking roots and tinted fringes-
Like a-fraying spaghetti strap,
She wears a pure white t-shirt
that calls no whim, no frantic fancy.
But trusts that beauty is her own
Her eyes speak ‘human’ who would know
Says the guy who loves her so.

Before I could draw a longer gaze
He snapped it shut and so no more.
But on the bus as people came
All I saw each had her face.

-Louise Tay

4 Comments:

Blogger Mishi said disgustingly...

wow... u noe when a writer has power over her readers, is when i can picture ur words come alive. and thats what u do... ; ) keep it up! collect it and publish a book!

August 03, 2005 8:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said disgustingly...

haha.. aww man thanks but it's a descriptive poem you see- I think you can easily do that too mishi-Lou

August 04, 2005 7:29 AM  
Blogger psyencex said disgustingly...

arty farty

bleah

-lc

August 05, 2005 11:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said disgustingly...

nice poetry!

August 06, 2005 10:55 PM  

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