Obsession
Through the looking glass-
Bittersweet was the envy that reflected upon her eyes.
As she gaze upon her lover from afar,
The fire that had burned so bright within her heart,
Now meeting his end by the altar,
Hands intertwined by a fair maiden's hand before the priest.
She mourned for her love was now taken.
With tangible obsession in her eyes,
She set the world on fire,
With her lovers screams,
Her heart smiled.
For if she could not have him-
Then nobody else should ever will.
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TEARDROPS
PoetryJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
