But yet again
She fell for a sin
For soon she learned that who she thought she loved was nothing but a lie. A cheat.
Back then,
He used her
He abused her
And she starting to crumple and become what he pictured
Someone he could control.
She lost herself, and was afraid she would soon began her art again.
Then a real prince charming walked in.
He wiped her tears, held her near, and showed her what it was like to truly be loved.
Who knew she could be treated this way?
Who knew she should be treated like that?
Like royalty.
She tried not to fall, but his looks said it all
With one confident gaze, a confident gate, that confident smile
He swept her away
He kissed her liked she had never felt
Charished her like she had never dealt
with before
He protected her, he honored her, and he ran her demons away for good.
Fast forward some and oh what fun,
they're married now with kitties and a house
The secret artist, well she's not a secret anymore
Because she is now adored
With him she will always sing a beautiful chord.
I love you my dear
You saved me from my fear
Don't ever doubt
Who this is really about
For you are the one who I was dreaming, all throughout
Now this story is over
But our real story has only begun.
I love you, I love you
My sweet, loyal, strong one.
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The strength of a secret artist
PoetryThe struggle to find love while fighting the darkness inside. This is completely true about my life, struggling with self harm and trying to find love in all the wrong places. If you're struggling and need someone to talk to I'm here! Self harm is n...
