baLLad
She,
another hidden rose in the village,
He,
told her twenty springs bare her beauty,
She,
looked at him with eyes of wonder,
He,
was all that glittered in that sun-danced hilly.
She,
drowned easily into his opened arm,
He,
embraced with all his mighty-might,
Oh She,
didnt realize, her petals cracking within his clench,
And He,
scratched his arms with her protective thornes…
They,
unmillingly hurt eachother out of wanting too much,
They,
wanted the most out of what they have,
And now, they,
no longer a they or an us, just a and a she,
walks with wounded pleasure and joyouus pain.
They blamed it on the village,
He, on her vanity-fairness-riggled-with-despair,
She, plainly blamed it on his beautiful eyes…
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