What they don't know about her
Like a princess, she sits
alone in her decadent
castle, with brilliantly
sculpted pillars, and an
enchanting fountain. It's
spout shoots so high it
can touch the sky.
But in a dark solemn silence,
she sits alone,
feeling numb to the
No emotion, no love,
she is like a dove, stripped
of her wings and forced to eat the
food that is handed to her. Her
angelic eyes say it all, for they seem
so empty, yet still hopeful.
Hot streams flow effortlessly
down her pale-sunken face to
the tune of a sad-sounding
violin riff. The essence of her soul is like
an unborn butterfly, still innocent,
yet kicking and screaming to be
set free from the cocoon. In
her case, tightly fitted corset. Panting
and sweating, she yearns to strip and dance
naked under the starlit sky, free from ridicule,
and free from all shame, she is a lost soul
trying to recover her true self. Lost and out in space,
she'd rather be elsewhere in a paradise manifested
by her wildest desire.
She longs for love, but doesn't think it exists, each
and every failed arrangement reaffirms this. She
doesn't want to be a piece to someones puzzle, she longs
for a purpose, crying helplessly every night after
solving the riddle from each passing dream.
Paralyzed by fear, she knows what she should do, but
she remains imprisoned by the norm enforced on her since
Beauty still lies upon her, as her face glows in
its pure glory, and her baby blue eyes still sparkle,
like the diamonds in the sky.
Skin like porcelain
and lips like candy, she will always
be the envy of every dear friend.
Little do they know, the naive deep
down inside will always thrive and burn
like fire to the beat of her
fluttering heart. Out of sight and
out of mine, they will never