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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        
very core.        
       
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      
childhood.      
       
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        
know her.
Blake25
Written by Blake25
Published | Edited 20th Dec 2012
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