Bound
She heard the clink that the coin made
As it fell down the wishing well.
She watched a star shoot down and fade
And hoped for a story to tell.
She made a wish, as they told her to;
She did all things to get her love.
She did all that they bid her do;
Beseeching the heavens above.
But the still waters of the well
Started to tremble and tremor;
And the calm night begins to quell
And lose all its pretty color.
How unfair
The world was
To this girl with windblown hair.
All she had
Was put at stake
And all the beliefs
That they made her adopt
Left damage in their wake,
Because none of them were true
And she did all that she could do.
So now she stands, her clothing drenched;
Her dear wish by no means granted.
Her innocence, from her, was wrenched...
Away!
There's nothing more to say!
She lost all she had and wanted.
Nothing was found,
And here she lies:
Weeping and bound.
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Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry
PoetryThis is partly a journal and partly a literary endeavor. Herein, between the covers lie all of my dreams and art: my tales of friends and lovers. If you please, oh! Read my heart!
