Skin as white as unblemished snow
Lips as red as fresh blood
Hair as black as the darkest night sky
She’s the fairest of them all
Her smiles light up the world
Her voice soothes their souls
Her stares warm their hearts
They call her beautiful
Too often, as if it’s her name
And then he came
A sheep with magnificent wool
As beautiful as her
He claimed her as his own
Putting a crown on her head
Placing her on a golden throne
He made her smile brighter
Her voice softer
Her stare fixed on him
But it was never enough
Suddenly
His touch burned and cut through her flesh
Forming scars unseen by the naked eye
His kiss became a seal of her hellish fate
His hug became a cage
Trapping her
Suffocating her
His “I love you” became an insincere apology
Blood dripped on her head
From the crown of thorns
Her body, unmoving
Strapped on her throne
With her eyes wide open
She saw his big eyes
And sharp teeth
The beautiful sheep she fell in love
Was a rabid wolf
Dressed in wool
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
Skin as white as unblemished snow
Lips as red as fresh blood
Hair as black as the darkest night sky
She’s the fairest of them all
Her smiles light up the world
Her voice soothes their souls
Her stares warm their hearts
They call her beautiful
Too often, as if it’s her name
And then he came
A sheep with magnificent wool
As beautiful as her
He claimed her as his own
Putting a crown on her head
Placing her on a golden throne
He made her smile brighter
Her voice softer
Her stare fixed on him
But it was never enough
Suddenly
His touch burned and cut through her flesh
Forming scars unseen by the naked eye
His kiss became a seal of her hellish fate
His hug became a cage
Trapping her
Suffocating her
His “I love you” became an insincere apology
Blood dripped on her head
From the crown of thorns
Her body, unmoving
Strapped on her throne
With her eyes wide open
She saw his big eyes
And sharp teeth
The beautiful sheep she fell in love
Was a rabid wolf
Dressed in wool
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