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For how long should you  possess  her
Mold her in someone she's not
For how long should this stage act last
Can't you see she can't be the
"god almighty"you want to create from her
She's only human,nice in her own imperfect way
She can't live up to it anymore,
playing  the perfect part to impress you!
How long can she nourish her body 
to the extent of your imaginative extended dreams?
like she was a barbie made of plastic ready to please you!
being the contentment of your erotic urge desire.
For how long should she not bear her children,
her own flesh and blood
just to remain your perfect bimbo
to remain faithful to your expectations
Can't you see your selfishness is killing her
you're sending her away to the Unknown
without no sense of regret in her heart 
that may darken her soul
Why can't you love this creature,without transforming her
in This and that and they and More!
She's slowly dying like a a wild autumn flower
everything radiant and glowing within her
is fading away.
For how long this false portrait,this fake pretence
just to please one man,her man
You  are destroying her!
but she doesn't have a choice
nor does she has a voice!
You made of her a queen
so you manipulate her like a king,
NOT LEAVING HER SPACE TO LIVE HER DREAM
She just wanna  run away
to her gutter ,be sweet cindirella once again.
Your jealousy,your power
Your eyes like a hawk on her
following every step she makes
Stealing ,devouring her freedom
like a pirate at rough seas
You're  making her run away
leaving the shore to find new lands,
Better lands, Secret lands
For how long should she wear the mask of smiles
when deep in her heart you find only cries
Once so much in love with you ,now resentment can be seen
 in her once glittering,now lifeless brown eyes.
She begs you one last time to love her for who she is
Fed up of being the girl in high heels
slinky skirts,perfect portrait-false portrait
just wanna be herself,dressed up in her blue jeans
running on white sands
feeln its warmth under her soft feet
feeling the wind breeze caressing her face
the waves hugging  her
waterdrops  so fresh on her tender smooth skin
while she plays with dolphins in vast seas.
why can't you love her for who she is
Her heart  now dying!her laugh  now fading
she sees you approaching her,
waiting once again for demands
there she goes 
 in FALSE PORTRAIT,once again.
-----------------------------------------------------------charma
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