False Freedom
She held a quiet wish;
Lyrical objections
ransacked Fate’s will to
concede to a Princess;
A line was drawn right through;
She held a quiet wish,
her soul always ignored;
Lying to herself now
passion was left embers;
Her belly yearned for ‘Wow!’;
She held a quiet wish,
her path now befuddled;
Tears reflecting riches
she’d lost interest in
smolder with lit matches;
She held a quiet wish,
composure found it’s crown;
No longer desolate
she escaped false freedom,
created her own fate.
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