She lies sprawled on the bed.

Scanning her,

My heart begins to beat,


Her hair,

Deep red,

Singes away

Everything it touches.

Isolating her from the sheets

And the pillow it rests on,

Isolating her from

Everything else in my life.

There have been a thousand

Beautiful girls

In a thousand stories,

But none come close to her.

Her smile burns through me.

There is no constant

To her beauty.

Even her eyes change colour

Depending on the weather.


You never really know

How much time you’ll get

To spend with one lover,

But if this

Never ends

It’ll be too soon.


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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8 Responses to Her.

  1. uns0b says:

    Seductive lines


  2. I liked this. I was a bit confused. I think the wording was very good;structure needs work. I’m just giving my opinion. You are a decent writer. Thanks for the poems!


    • Greg Moss says:

      Funny you should say that actually. This started out as a piece of prose that didn’t really fit anywhere, so I changed it slightly and tried to turn it into a poem. I’m not too sure about it either to be honest. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.


  3. katie amarantinis says:

    Structurally I think it was just fine. Absolutely loved this. To be honest, the way you structured it had me hanging on every last word. 🙂


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