i was born innocent and sinless
i was adored and placed upon a throne
then a wicked witch casts a spell on me
them vicious vines suffocate me
so i sacrificed my own peace of mind for them
cruel dog days of yesterday always take me back to the pain
i had created a labyrinth of lies
paths that traverse around each other
i got lost
you can't lead this life of sin
they laugh
they disapprove of this holy betrayal
i watch the light escape the stained glass
in the pursuit of an honest soul
i let go of the lies and secrets i held so close to my chest
after seventeen years i unravelled the truth
freedom is in your palms, not in anyone else's
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summer and her freedom
Poetry"summer and her freedom" refers to some short poems that have been written over the span of a few years, through the good and bad nights, I could always confine in the screen staring back at me. I realised whilst writing I had always connected with...
