Locked away in a palace,
Two doors and two windows.
By night she is a princess,
By day she is but a slave.
More words than she can dream of,
Trapped by the ink on the page.
He walks in with gold and roses,
He walks out with blood and pain.
Too weak to open to doors,
Too strong to keep them closed.
He took away her power,
Those who helped her stand.
He locked her in a tower,
Shut off from all the land.
He used her for his bidding,
Ignoring all her tears.
But when one day she woke,
Those who helped her stand,
Had returned to offer their strength,
And help her close the door,
On all the pain he inflicted,
She locked him from her life,
Never to let him return,
To the land that gave her power,
And the heart that he let burn.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart-Shaped Box
ŞiirThis is a small collection of some random poetry from my life, I believe that in reading a person's writing you can get an insight into the person they truly are, so this is me and I hope you like who I am
