a wild child,
with skin as resplendent as dusted smiles
and glossed eyes,
condemned as a king to his gallows,
becomes an indecisive magnet,
mispronouncing foreign words and gallant hearts.
She sits, and eats three bowls of porridge.
Droplets of glitter devour her eyelashes,
while she consumes both liquid concern and
substance laced laughs.
Neither bowl is good enough for her.
The epitome of emotions and heartfelt expressions,
is found in her freshly manicured nails,
that cautiously drag up and down the sheets
of each bed,
as she tests each,
for comfort, security and future love.
She sits, but is alert as soon as she hears voices,
and quietly tip-toes like a jester out the door.
It's a shame that she thought she left things
undisturbed and replaceable.
It's a shame,
that in this house of humans,
Goldielocks became the bear.
is found in her freshly manicured nails,
that cautiously drag up and down the sheets
of each bed,
as she tests each,
for comfort, security and future love.
She sits, but is alert as soon as she hears voices,
and quietly tip-toes like a jester out the door.
It's a shame that she thought she left things
undisturbed and replaceable.
It's a shame,
that in this house of humans,
Goldielocks became the bear.
I think that this is a very beautiful poem. Your choice of words like jester, gallant, and condemned really made the poem. The only thing that I think needs to be changed is the word heart. You used it twice and then heartfelt. A tad repetitive.
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