Perfect Corruption

This is a sonnet about the women in my life who give themselves up to jerks while I stand there helplessly.

The spotless woman I see before me,

Standing firmly with her feet set apart

The day I relish, when her eyes I see

To describe her figure, where shall I start?

 

On the pinnacle of her head fashions,

Purity as her bejeweled crown

Her silky and lovely skin she rations

Because modesty is her graceful gown

 

Sadly, today, by her I was not seen

Herself she fed to the barking canine,

Who shredded her fair gown to smithereens,

And caused the cute crown to be misalign

 

She still refused to see me, her true love,

So I lie down here, weeping up above

 

Author's Note

All comments are encouraged and appreciated :)

Reviews

[Lexi]

I really enjoyed this and the progression it had. I could feel the emotion you put into it. Being a girl I never quite understood this but your poem let me inside a guy's perspective for a second. Giving startling clarity that there really are nice guys with good intentions. Well done!! :)

[BrianLove]

Thank you :) I'm glad you find my writing insightful. I do try to infuse every poem with my emotions, whether they be positive or negative...we can't be afraid of ourselves.

[Lyan]

Nicely put:) It's a nice change of pace to see it written from the outsider's perspective.

[BrianLove]

Thank you :)

[BrianLove]

I would review some of your stuff, but apparently I'm too young. Haha..

[Lyan]

Awe:/ well maybe I'll add something new soon and purposely make it age appropriate for your viewing:) lol