Within her I see, all the good, the bad, the prettiest ugly
The tormented Queen, lost in her Princess Diaries
Want to be, wanting to be, so miserably happy
She screams, echoing in tunnels of bad memories
Voices of envy, conspiring, but meant nothing
In front of the, touching, skin curls up now crawling
Intensity, what one believes, abstract mentality
Killing spree of who breathes, inhale the disease
Then buries unthinkingly, the thoughts needed to be
To be...SET FREE...set free...
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2020
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