The sun shone red in the sky,
gone were the days that flew by.
In the corner of the booth she stood,
hoping everything would be good.
She did everything she could.
Alas! the blood stains steep deep in her satin dress,
it was more than a mess, she guessed.
The tangerine sky was now crimson like her hands,
She glanced at the tree,
where her husband would have tea.
For every day he would have a new flavor beside him.
forgetting the china inside he promised to free.
She was bewitched by his kingdom.
Little did she know, she married a phantom,
All she got in were cracks in her porcelain skin.
"Freedom? what is that ?", he laughed.
There were no keys to the gates of freedom,
In this kingdom.
Alas! the blood stains stained her satin dress,
the loud distress alarm ,reviving reality.
The witness stand was bronze.
She had been accused of insanity,
And locked up in The Psychiatry.
The only company being the sun that shone red in the sky,
and the days of satisfaction which flew by.
XOXO,
@TheVioletSaviour.
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Poetry" Death. I wasn't alive. My heart was beating on his lies. I longed a life, where I would be Alive, for the truth, in his lies." A few pages inspired from the Great Gatsby. 🏅 Ranked #4 in greatgatsby #1...
