You showed up dressed in the softest fabric to ever be sewn.
You rode up on this beautiful pure white horse that's main flowed effortlessly.
You had a crown that stood beautiful and tall on your head.
You were so gentle & kind.
A true gentlemen.
Always made sure you told me I was special and beautiful.
Took me on remarkable adventures through the kingdom, places I never knew existed.
Made sure I felt like a princess in your presence at all times.
Then slowly things changed.
You stopped telling me I was special and beautiful.
The adventures just turned into tiny walks around the village a continuous loop of things we have already seen.
You didn't wear the softest fabric anymore , turns out they were never yours.
The horse you rode in on was your uncles that he lent you.
The crown was a replica of the kings that you stole one dark night.
You put on a mask to make me believe that the person who showed me so much and treated me like royalty was you.
But now I don't even know who you are.
I never did.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoesíaI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
