she wore her sadness like a cape,
her audacity like a veil.
she knew that in his eyes,
she'd never be his grail.
so she spun her crown of misery
and disassembled her throne,
and went in search of herself
for her new heart is her home.
and to this day she's never looked behind;
he is simply a part of her past.
because now she knows when things are wrong,
they are never built to last.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
she wore her sadness like a cape,
her audacity like a veil.
she knew that in his eyes,
she'd never be his grail.
so she spun her crown of misery
and disassembled her throne,
and went in search of herself
for her new heart is her home.
and to this day she's never looked behind;
he is simply a part of her past.
because now she knows when things are wrong,
they are never built to last.
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