Statue


Her dark cap covers her poignant eyes
Her auburn hair collected into a bun
Her mind drifts off to where the imagination lies
Her skin, insipid from the lack of the sun

Her lips, crimson as blood
She herself doesn’t know what curses she holds
Mixed emotions came in floods
Inside, she shivers from the cold

The unsettling shadows in her dreams
Of eerie castles and bizarre dins
Her eyes glisten with an eccentric gleam
The same shadowy sparkle that came from her kin

She holds the weight of the world on her shoulders
Diverse from others, yet she was the same
Her heavy burden that had passed from her father
Had taken more of her than she dare claim

Once again the world passed by
Unawareness would one day be their demise
How she wished she could just sprint and fly
But she could never flee from the juries

So she stood there alone
A projection, ordained to be ignored
Her silhouette, being her clone
Love, was something she could not afford.

With a pink rose in hand
She stayed, as still as a statue
How long she had waited she had no clue
All she had with her were her daily blues

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ahahhaa. im done with my workshop homework. needs improvement tho. care to help bi?
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