Warped Love
Long, long ago
There was a princess
So lonely
so kind
she decided that she wanted a brother
She looked into the mirror,
thus her brother was created
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I promise to serve you forever into the dark
No matter what happens to you, my Lark
Even if you tell me to take my lover's life
a knife
I promise not to love anyone else again
or I shall be slain
by myself
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No matter how warped you are
No matter how far
I will follow
With my warped eyes
My mangled face
I shall forgive and forget
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Even so, who knew if that mirror was a boy?
It may have been anyone
A Figment of imagination
that was tossed and folded
read over and over
until it
bent with overuse
Who knew?
The princess may have been a prince
Identity is not always important
when you don't know if
you are you
who is that?
Who is who?
The questions tumult again,
over and over
using the same
nocturns
Maybe, might I?
Who am I?
the mirror image questions...
Who am I? What purpose do I have?
Do not question
who you are
you were born to serve,
born to be
a slave
Nothing more
Nothing less
not even born
just... created
A mob comes wanting to overthrow her.
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"sister,
let us change clothes.
I am your twin,
your brother,
your lover.
They can't tell.
I live for you,
only for you.
I promise to live for you and
protect you."
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The guillotine was sharp
cold
unforgiving.
My sorrow forever
My brother
My love
Dissipates
into the wind.
WHERE DID YOU GO?!
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Clutching
the
invisible
warmth
left
on
her
hands.
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