Bride
Looking back into the past,
it somehow simpler seems,
to see that it was always me,
killing all my dreams.
Believing that I was unloved,
unlovable I screamed.
Amputating hearts desires,
from love myself did wean.
Peering now down deep abyss,
I thought I had denied.
Emptiness much worse than pain,
the abyss that lives inside
Survival is the ugly word,
defining all my pride.
Escaping into fairy tales,
to hide and hide and hide
Who is Me beneath my face?
Your bonny, blushing bride?
I chose the wrong path long ago.
The day we wed I died.
it somehow simpler seems,
to see that it was always me,
killing all my dreams.
Believing that I was unloved,
unlovable I screamed.
Amputating hearts desires,
from love myself did wean.
Peering now down deep abyss,
I thought I had denied.
Emptiness much worse than pain,
the abyss that lives inside
Survival is the ugly word,
defining all my pride.
Escaping into fairy tales,
to hide and hide and hide
Who is Me beneath my face?
Your bonny, blushing bride?
I chose the wrong path long ago.
The day we wed I died.
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