White Silk
A Poem on How Personality Can Be Different Than Style
By J.M. PowellPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

Me
I am white silk below
The worn leather outside
And you would never know
Until you try to peek inside
I want arms wrapped around me
My tears wiped away
My heart to be chased
An armor of roses
Protecting my heart
Day by day
I have that gentle touch
That makes fears fly away
I want her to come and stay
On the level I will always stay
To give me handwritten letters
About the poems her eyes say
I am more determined
Than my accomplishments say
My loyalty is calm and happy
Like standing by the water
In the bay
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
I'm a current undergraduate English with Track in Creative Writing major.
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published chapbooks of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow


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