They said he would come for me
Said I should never leave here again
If I knew what was good for me
What does it look like outside now?
It has been five years since I've seen the sun
Felt a breeze, grass beneath my feet
Rapunzel stayed, locked in
Her apartment
Paranoid, frightened,
For the one they called
The Prince
She had long run out of meals,
She only had scraps
Her clothes hung off her, from weight lost
Her hair, long before, was now
Past her feet, tripping her
I cannot stay here forever...
But I must.
It is not safe to leave
When He is looking for me
A hollow knock at the door
Stops her dead
It is too late for me now
Rapunzel...Rapunzel...
Let down your hair.
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Scattered Poetry
PoetryPoetry that does not fit into other genres so, they are just compiled here for your enjoyment.
