she told me I was pessimistic
I told her she hadn't seen authentic
she was saving for new California
then i showed her to the door to Narnia
shes forgotten reality and now resides with the court
she is one of the ones that never came home
though shes dressed in silk and jewels
she still sings the lonely song i taught her on Tuesdays
she gave me an embroidered blade
told me to hunt my enemies
i looked into her blue eyes full of innocence and youth
and whispered
baby my only enemy is myself
and with the swish of her velvet coat I never saw her again
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Hues of Heartbreak ➳ [Poetry]
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