He didn't deserve her undying love,
No matter how much she kept the bed warm,
Or tend to his favourite meals.
In fact, she grew comfort in negligence,
Which she mistook as an act of patience;
Because it is her duty as a wife,
To take care of every dusts that he left behind.
He brought other women home,
Younger and stranger every time;
She compared her own wrinkles and burn marks,
To their smooth skin and beauty marks.
She's a fae, and he turned her a foe,
To all duties or laws that once burdened her.
She wiped her tears and stood up,
As she walked past the room of his affair in silence.
Guilt and shame trailed her every steps as she
Walked away from a place she once called home.
But bravery and courage,
Guided her to a place of peace under a tree.
Where she sits and reflect,
Until love turned her soul back in piece.
- be brave to walk away from situations that don't serve you.
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VENUS ︱ Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poetry for all the women in this world. By: Rielism. --- "In this cruel world, We must keep our chin high, Have pride in the flowers on our crown, Even if we stand in slippers made of glass. Do not succumb, and do not fall. You are s...
