The Other Women
The other women,
her cheeks blossomed like red roses flourishing in the summer light.
Her spirit was of millions of stars dancing in a line of romantic constellations.
Her smile pierced the heart of any man that dared to stare,
She was perfect,
But I am not like the other women,
For her beauty stole the spirit that entwined with mine.
~Hector Garibay, 15
Inspiration for poem:
Relationships.
How did you find out about the writers shack?
Answer: I stumbled into "The Writers Shack" on Facebook.