Princes mannequin and her dolls
Always been surrounded by walls
She would rather live in hell
Than stay in her cell
Snuck out—she did
Went to the forest of the dead
Saw a pod of lilies that glowed
Bedazzled by the beauty it showed
Princess Lily of the dead
Welcomed the mannequin in red
In the pond of lilies, she drowned
Peace, she finally found.
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Poems by an Idiot
PoesíaA collection of my poems. P.s. I'm still a noob, so any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated:)
