All along I thought you took my breath away but in all honesty, you were just suffocating me.
The flowers you handed me the ones which smelt Soo sweet, I adored them that I didn't notice the thorns.
I didn't take heed of the chains that bound my hands, along with the chocolates and sweet nothings you came with.
I was so deep in the idea of being happy that I only noticed the actions I wanted to see and not the intentions you had.
I disregarded the truth and saw my creations on you, my own Prince charming I made.
I didn't see the locked doors and windows that surrounded the Castle you walked me into.
Blinded by the idea of being happy, I walked straight into your trap, cutting loose of all those I cared for.
The only thing that mattered was "happiness"
Because of my poor judgement, I walked myself into my dungeon.
I wish I could have stopped myself, atleast open my eyes and see.
But I guess it's already too late, I have already been hurt.
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Finding My Voice
Puisi🦄 Art is subjective. I love writing, reading and sharing. My biggest regret would be me not sharing. I write for my sake and no one else. I hope you enjoy this collection and if not, I hope you find something you like somewhere else, but don't f...
