Flurries in her blood

Do whatever I don't and I'll reciprocate for a active learner you must demonstrate.
It went over her head, to adjusted to being misled, poisoned mentally mind cyanide fed, to many eyes focused on the contours of her legs, versus what she just said.
Heart of a princess, finessed, to the point of distress, no longer believing wife talk but she's really a empress.
Life filtered through scorn, soul of a soldier war torn, battlefield of her thoughts but weapons unformed. When speaking on worth she so misinformed, dressed in misery accepts how's she's adorned.
Seeking healing but never starting her journey, first step in the air but on the ground worries, heart wants to warm up but blood holding flurries, hope she don't pass all of this pain to her babies..