Desdemona

Almond-shaped, blue-green eyes, Had more than their fair share of cries What is she doing by herself? Freckled cheeks, dimples too, A smile no one seems to see through Why isn’t she asking for help? Desdemona What are you still doing here? Desdemona You’re closer to the edge than you appear Loves too much, loves too sure, Loves more than can be safe for her What is she doing by herself? Reckless love, blind to abuse A plot device those men can use Why isn’t she asking for help? Desdemona You can’t live your life afraid of fear Desdemona You’re closer to the edge than you appear