She was a secret treasure,
His shameful pleasure,
Her submissive nature,
A thing he took advantage of,
But did he mistake her silence ,
As a sign of feigned innocence?
Chains on her soul
No way out
No way back
Her eyes staring blankly
Her imagination running wild
Drinking away her misery
But she could never drink him out of her life.
She wished she could
Reach out to her younger version
Tell her never to blame herself
Hug her tight
And promise her
One day …
One day it’s gonna be OK
One day
She gonna live on her own accord
But for now
She found a way to drown down
Her existence
Beneath the willow
Angels singing
She mastered her final will
And pulled the tigger
Absolutely amazing,that’s poetry in the blood
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