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Ophelia

Love him deeply So deeply he'll love you And free words will be spoken Of hidden love and lust She'll continue to ignore the signs Of sanity slipping Of love dying Look through the stained glass Of a wicked church Sit with him under the eyes Of that so virtuous mother And know the poisonous glare Upon the whore's back He'll whisper words of comfort And then words that cut In her grows confusion Inside her chest the bloody heart breaks And the simple mind flees In death filled grief The sad girl weeps And mutters words no man should hear And wanders without thought Past trees, over rocks, into water While breathing stops and lungs fill She looks into the sky And dies
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Written by
molly-grace
Canadian
Published
Jan 21, 2011
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Inspired by the Shakespearean play: Hamlet.

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