golden strands are woven in her hair,
glowing in the moonlight, they make you stop and stare.
legends of old stare her in the face,
one wrong move and she'll be the family disgrace.
she steps with dignity and pride,
she'll make the perfect little bride.
but as she reaches the standing altar,
the cogs in her brain begin to slowly falter.
she doesn't want this,
but her parents insist.
let her free,
let her be.
run, run, run, run.
YOU ARE READING
all i have now
Poetry[poetry] all i have now is this pen, and this paper. and all i can do, is write.
