The blades, they cut, rip at her soles
The blackened shards, put there by your hand, maybe her own
But she'll smile, it's already a lesson learnt- she dances alone,
Upon your jewelled throne, you sit and condone
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A pensive poem but written in a fascinatin way dat ought to make d culprit feel highly remorseful.
Raw pain, heart filled with emotion, tears filled my eyes. Wonderful write, may you be healed to dance again not only in a pair but in most perfect syncron with the whole universe!
Really touching. Felt like I was reading about a rape, incest, etc...
It promises to be quite a story, I'm sure to watch for it. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Adeline there is no such word as learnt, by the way, the word is learned.