how old could she have been, that girl
when she began to catch their eyes
how old could she have been, that girl
when they began feeding her lies
when she listened to the masses
when she was good and sweet
when she followed all their rules and lines
when she finally felt complete
when she measured all her dresses
and spoke just like a rose
when she left her dinner on the table
and just laid their and froze
she thought that she had won the game
that reward would soon ensue
That surely something had to come
from keeping pure and true
Prince Charming came but in the form
Of all her hopes and dreams
and they had told her, getting older
that his love was all she needs
but on the day that love had died
that nightmares can’t predict
she knew the crown would never come
that she was conned and tricked
“but if that is love” she thought and thought
“keep it away from me
if that is love I’d like to see
what hating me can be”
and from then on she suffered in silence
for she’d be called a liar
she was a victim of the cruelest violence
and it lit her body on fire
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- Published: September 16th, 2021 02:04
- Comment from author about the poem: Trigger warning: implied sexual violence
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I know there are a few typos, I wasn’t very careful. I just wanted to get it out of me
love is important, essential maybe
but, it isn't All
that there is, we can still exist and thrive without it
if fate has so decreed, for us..
but the key, is we don't align
Love: with the Who, we loved..
that's like blaming the fork, for the food, that's poisoned us?
it doesn't work that way, instead
we need to insure that fork is, cleansed of all that past experience, and ready to be utilised
if we're ever gifted another opportunity
at experiencing that nourishing - touch, of true love..
(an impassioned write, thanks for sharing)
Jilly, you are a hard one to fathom. Your three poems registered here, which cover a period of three to four years, appear about roses in perfect plastic and real roses in death throes?; parental neglect? And domestic violence resulting from the socialisation which lead the subject into that situation.
They are neat, structured, but enigmatic. Who are you? (context please).
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