Tower
Somewhere deep inside me, is a child in a tower, locked away and hidden, way up in her bower, sometimes she lets her hair down, to see who will save her, but hair only reaches so far, surrounded by razor wire, and thorn bushes too, none can see she's blue, tears come unbidden, from eyes that are hidden, but see so much, seeing the adult world as such, an ugly place, with no free space, somewhere deep inside me, is a child in a tower, locked away and hidden, way up in her bower, then you came along, and sung her a song, you saw her as so much more, or so you said, now she's almost dead, all for your greed, your so called need, she believed you, look what that brought you, hands around her throat, keeping her afloat, disguised as an angel, cackling as she fell, somewhere deep inside me, is a child in a tower, locked away and hidden, way up in her bower, she got away, you vowed she'd pay, hacking at her tower, pebbles and granite shower, down around your head, destroy her safe haven, she'll fly away like a raven, you can never touch, that which you hate so much, somewhere deep inside me, is a child in a tower, locked away and hidden, way up in her bower.
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The Tattered Quill
PoetryThe Tattered Quill is a collection of poems I've written over years and kept. Some are funny though most are dark or emo or whatever you want to label them. Enjoy regardless. The art for the cover isn't mine it's just something I found on google, if...
