He kept me close like a bird in a cage only for his display,
then he grew tired of me
and threw me away
to enhance his throne.
He had hoped I'd bring him back the money he owed
and the man he made me betroth,
but all he got was blow to the head by the lover I had already
promised my hand to.
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Used for another person's benefits, and then they saw no more use of you and sacrificed you for their own greed, thinking you would give in and do what they want, but then, womp womp, they're dead.
Maybe it's too specific, but it'll make sense if you read my rambles down below.
This is a line from a rewritten book that I am currently working on. I have the original book still published as My Beginning & The End, but I felt I could do better and have rewritten it two or three times now and decided finally that maybe I shouldn't change it. So I'm just going to release one of the rewritten versions and unpublished the original, I think. Maybe not. Only time will tell, I guess.
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Life Beneath The Words At Play
شِعرMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
