Bianca's frosted lips matched her hypnotizing blue eyes
Bianca's small mouth spoke such pretty lies
Her friends ignored her icy features as she talked as sweet as honey
Silky voice traveled to their perked up ears and gold bags of money
Her mother ordered her to keep a bright smile with a cold heart,
And demanded her to learn the family art
Piercing harsh looks should have given out her secret
If only her mother wasn't the mistress of puppets
Bianca's tale is not an uncommon one, but unique nonetheless
Bianca's lady mother was after all raised the same as her austere heiress.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoesíaFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...