"Goddess"

By Forever Cold

“Goddess”

She, was beautiful, black hair
Curled and teased up, and every one saw her
As she walked down the street she was wanted
By every man who saw her.
Looks of a goddess ,
She was 5’5
And all men wanted her,
Nothing satisfied her,
No man ever good enough ,
She wanted a specific man,
Blond, green eyes, caring loving, and knew her deepest desires,
He would wear black and be her Romeo .
She wanted perfection.

Maybe that’s why when he saw her ,
He couldn’t take his eyes off her,
He wanted her,
Like nothing else he had ever wanted,
Her hair when she moved her head tempted him,
The way she moved her hips when she walked down the street,
He wanted her more then words could say,
Wanted her in a way he hadn’t felt in years,
Her red lips and the way she moved her hands on to her lips,
Her eyes of such delicate color.

And maybe that’s why when he saw her that day,
In her little red dress,
Tight against her skin and when she flicked her hair back,
To walk away that maybe the reason he followed her,
Maybe that’s the reason he stalked her,
He didn’t just want her,
He wanted her to want him the way he wanted her.
Maybe that is why he followed her when she walked with her girl friends,
And hid in the shadows when she talked about the perfect man,
He listened,
He was 5’8 , brown hair, blue eyes, and hated the world,
Maybe that’s why he changed.

She was walking down the street,
Heading to the bridal store to pick up her wedding dress,
She had given up on her search of the perfect man,
She had not found her Romeo, no man with the blond hair, green eyes,
And a hard chest to push her self up against,
She settled for the loayer who had courted her, the one who begged for her to love him,
The one who was finitely stable.
There she walked down the street that summer day,
In her flower dress, dreading what she knew would come,
Maybe it was fate,
Or maybe her dream come true,
There he stood, her dream man,
Her perfection.
Blond curly hair, green eyes, black leather jacket, ripped chest beneath it,
Standing there with her favorite flower,
Holding to his face,
As she looked at him she held her breath,
Her dream man stood in front of her, offering her an orchid,
And moving close to her and as she moved to open the door he closed it for her.

He had spent so much money,
Thousands, to fix his scares, and to dye his hair,
To work out in a gym to make him buff,
Colored contacts to give him green eyes,
He broke in to her house to read her diary,
To luarn about her,
He would drive to her house at night and sleep in his car ,
Just so the next morning he could luran more about her,
He wanted to be her perfect man,
He wanted her to want him,
Nothing would stop him from having her,
He changed his whole life for her,
An obsession that went over board,
But he needed her to be his,
Or he would die trying.

He took her out to dinners and dance clubs,
Spent lavishly on her,
Gave her every thing she wanted,
He would watch her as she danced in her little white shirts on the dance floor,
Her knew he would have her soon,
Each night when he would drive her home,
He would walk her up to the door,
And kiss her on the lips,
And he held back his compulsion
He wanted to take her then,
But he held back, he would say to himself,
“Not much longer now” he wanted to have her,
He could see it in her eyes she wanted him too,
But he would not force her , he wanted her to give in, but not by force.

She was euphoric,
She gave up her life with the lawyer to go out each night with her perfect man,
He understood her in a way no other man did,
She would think to her self I have final found some one worthy of me,
He is a god and I am his goddess,
But it was her beauty that did her in.

After a late night of dinner and dancing, he walked her up to her door,
He kissed her good night but as he turned she grabbed his arm,
He turned and looked at her with his deep green eyes,
And she gave in,
Led him in to her bed room,
Let him touch her soft white skin,
Take off his shirt ,
And she stepped back,
Looked upon his body at his perfection,
His hard white chest, his neck length blond curly hair, his deep green eyes,
He was her perfection.

She gave in that night,
She let him take her that night,
Let him feel that witch he had craved for so long,
Long threw the night he waited,
He was waiting for her to say something,
Something specific,
He needed to hear her say it,
“Darcio”
She had said it, it was all he need to hear.

That night he left her house late at night,
He was sweating , scared now, he had to leave,
The house was silent,
Not a sound came out of the bed room where she lied,
Not even her silent breathing,
There she lied on the bed,
Suffocated,
Her lifeless body still warm with his heat,
Her beauty untouched by sleep,
And lying silently on the bed,
Still wearing nothing but what she had been given at the day of her creation,
Her face looked as if she had just lied down to sleep.

Next week in the news paper,
Found woman murdered,
In the obituaries there was a small box, it said;
Victoria Isabella Renée,
Funeral at 3:00 am,
At knoll greens,
Their in that cemetery stood her tomb stone,
He walked up and put an orchid on her grave,
Said a silent phrase witch only he could hear,
I wanted you the first moment I saw you, I wanted you to want me the same way,
I couldn’t stand to think you could not me mine,
Now you truly are mine, Forever.
He stood back to read he toumb stone, and he read it aloud to him self;
Victoria Isabella Renée,
In life a Goddess,
In death an Angle.

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Copyright 2003 Jilley_
Published on Tuesday, June 10, 2003.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Sin On Tuesday, March 8, 2005, Sin (1168)By person wrote:

    wow...this was darkly beautiful, nicely done ~kristy

  • Green-eyed Raven On Thursday, March 3, 2005, Green-eyed Raven (54)By person wrote:

    Wonderful, this is an amazing piece. *Raven*

  • Rone4611 On Sunday, November 28, 2004, Rone4611 (123)By person wrote:

    Fucking aweseome! Story of obsessive love. Brings a tear to my eye!

  • stormtalk On Sunday, August 22, 2004, stormtalk (729)By person wrote:

    This is one of those works that pushes me towards hippie philosophy... that you can love more than one person, and that it should be socially acceptable to do so... but then, maybe the stalkers are a minority, are exceptions... who knows... nice write.

  • The Fallen Angel On Wednesday, December 3, 2003, The Fallen Angel (235)By person wrote:

    i remember reading this when i first came to DP...when i came to the end i remembered reading it for the first time...this is excellent+Fallen One+

  • IceDragoness On Thursday, October 23, 2003, IceDragoness (195)By person wrote:

    definately incredible, to quote aurora "i like it lots" too lol, i definately didnt expect the ending, kept me glued to every word ~Dawn

  • Drea On Sunday, October 5, 2003, Drea (1450)By person wrote:

    now i know what you mean when you told me about your epics.. so dark..so beautiful...so shocking...::bows:: i love it ~Drea~

  • Ophelia On Sunday, August 31, 2003, Ophelia (221)By person wrote:

    I loved this the ending was quiet a shock, but most of the time life is too..........O.

  • A former member wrote: amazing. twisted but well told.

  • A former member wrote: Beautious..but check your spelling chicklett :)

  • A former member wrote: *speechless*

  • Rebel_Angel On Sunday, July 20, 2003, Rebel_Angel (321)By person wrote:

    Very Nice I like it A lot.

  • A former member wrote: I can relate so much to this guy. To think that the one i love or even think of loveing could love another is torment. This was perfection of a poem i truly love it

  • manywalks On Tuesday, June 10, 2003, manywalks (750)By person wrote:

    Impressive. Welcome to DP. ~ mw

  • Aurora_Light On Tuesday, June 10, 2003, Aurora_Light (472)By person wrote:

    wow! i like it lots

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