Perplexed she drowned,
in the rues of her crimes.
Frisked for salvation,
raring for a ray of light.

She lost her dignity,
to attain superiority.
Suffered the countless distress,
from around the domain.

At the end she wished,
a lustful caprice.
Needing triumph living,
on the edge of avarice .

There she felt the distortion,
craving for sumptuous lifestyle.
The honorable purpose of her existence,
was never truly satisfied.

~ Isla

I loved you enough without awaiting a hopeful outcome.
I gave up my old dreams to carve a few new ones.

Convinced myself you were the one to never let go.
But so it appeared, you were the first one to leave me alone.

Now I wonder where and when I went wrong.
Did I not fulfill your wish, a command?

Heartbroken would be an understatement, to be honest.
I am past that chapter, yet not knowing how to avail myself.

No, I won't cry for you anymore.
Is it not what you want, for me to weep over your heartless absence?

What I really feel like doing is forgiving you.
Letting you linger within the remorse of being spared,
of being loved, being overlooked the torture I suffered.
Of not loving me back when time prevailed.

~ Isla