My eyes are tired of averting
My face is excruciated of hiding
Your feel burns me still,
Your touch scars me like no other shrill.
I would do good surviving in the mantle of a mountain
Rather as the ploys bundle me than.
Drenched got my cigarettes
Clutched my burnt holt
Tied my fins and palette.
His skepticism turned me void.
Losing my esse
In the life of a marionette
Thee only ask for zits
For the roar won't stop.
Lay your hands
And swim for the sand
Per cause de you're more free
Than he let you be.
Your pain knows your dread
And only can ye' feel the steed
Up to shoo his greed,
To stand in between
For you're a soldier,
With the lineage of a musketeer
And slays you as sharp as a warrior.
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This poem is about a woman who's kept mentally hostage in the torturing hands of her spouse. This shows the spirits she feels inside her to break through. The spirits of a Warrior.
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