All her sins,
We're still scared on her skin,
How could she seek redemption,
When her life was in ruins?
She wanted a fresh start,
To become a hero like the rest,
So she could find her happy ending,
And not hate upon her grave.
But soon she realized,
Heroes do not exist,
They were myths,
Invented so children could dream.
She wanted a happy ending,
But now she knew, she didn't need a hero to get what she pursue.
She was going to keep fighting, until she bleed.
For she was going to get, what the world thought she didn't deserve.
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|POEMS| The untold words...
Poetry|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
