Her Silence didn't mean
She was afraid or naive
She was Silent
But so observant
Mature all those years
But soft enough to believe in love
And affection
From others
That she was Betrayed
Again and Again
Like an Amateur
Losing to a Grandmaster
In a Game Of Chess
-Aarna Meadows
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Inked Soul & Poetry
PoetryThis work includes me writing my thoughts as poems❤️✨😌 I'm a mystery, your a mystery, our existence is a mystery thus we'll try to explore this mystery with a mysterious journey ✨ (Too muchhh mystery 😶)
