To wonder with a past unfulfilled,
She asks herself what life she'll build.
Will she recognize the frame on the wall,
Or will she find herself at the curtain call?
With breaths taken in a blur
There's no place left here for her.
And yet it was all so desperate,
But now the question lies, was she illiterate
In the ways of human nature.
What did she really think would await her?
A fairytale perhaps, a dream come true.
What a fool she was, for the lies were all she knew.
- Author: TwistedLogic (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 28th, 2024 12:12
- Category: Love
- Views: 19
Comments1
Excellent write
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