Amour

Larmes

Tears made of sorrow dripped from her face
As she clutched a dress made of satin and lace
Nature purified her life, made it better
Now she was off and would be sending letters

Up to the Attic, she crept in the night
To snatch something she wouldn't leave without a fight
Worn out overalls, and a t shirt, she said, "just in case"
Even though she knew it wasn't the right place

Zipped up her backpack and set it aside
As she wiped away tears and swallowed her pride
And frankly she'd rather be thrown in the dirt
Than have to face people with proper manners in skirts.

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Poor Fiona!

She doesn't seem like she wants to leave. But why? Her parents are mean, and they don't like her being outside.

What's holding her back?

Let me know!

~Luna