"lill" poems
Ihis As P Tilly Soem,
What Till Yake Lou Maugh,
Anly Ofter Dou Yecipher Phis Toem!
Wou Sill Yay:
Ihis Ns Tonsense!
Ind A Lill Waugh!
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
As free as a bird...in a cage
She trapped herself,
Into that flamboyant frame,
Trying to veil
Those dewy eyes.
She trapped herself,
Within that tailored smile
she was accustomed to
Her milieu was accustomed to,
Trying to conceal that usual heartache.
She trapped herself,
Inside that veil of sophistication,
Smothering that naiveness,
That unconsciously shoved her lips to expand into that charming curve,
Even at trivial affairs.
She trapped herself,
Defeated by that burden of expectations,
And unwillingly
Blocked that flame that always ignited her.
She trapped herself,
Deserted her reason for living...
Not just existing,
And existed, lost.
But,
Even that mere existence refused to welcome that defeat.
Her individuality dissuaded her from that suffocation,
And promptly removed that veil.
She was a fighter,
A militia fighting her demons
Gallantly.
Annihilating those fears,
Those self doubts
That hindered her conquests
To establish her purely sovereign empire.
She accepted gracefully
Her naiveness.
She embraced elegantly
Her gawkiness.
The lill flame ignited,
Metamorphosed into inferno.
She wore that invisible Crown,
All by herself.
She vehemently chased those dreams,
Those dreams, which once got her trembling,
Were now waiting,
To be seized by the Queen.
She emancipated that bird, from her lill cage,
And allowed her to measure the sky,
Unleasheing her rage.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC