Beginning life scrubbing floors
Picking seeds amogst dust between floorboards
Tattled rags stretched upon growing hips
Aching and aching, tiring the days
The velvet letter sealed in wax
An invitation stolen
A whisper of a promise
For escape, for love
But it was never to be
Time and circumstance set against a soul
Inescapable traps to catch the mouse
One may never escape the past
Even so He came knocking on the door
And with distant eyes she witnessed
True love come and go
Torture more self inflicted
Demons of the past by her side
The glass slipper shattered
In veins deprived of life
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
