The petals of the rose fall to the floor
One life given and another born
Poetic justice remains unseen
The hate..the love...the memories it brings

She spends a lifetime trapped in a glass
while the ones she loves seem to only slightly grasp
the meaning of her life and the things she desires
The mysteries of the looking glass consume her like fire

They say they love you but do they really know
the complicated person underneath those clothes
She is haunted by the sadness of things that will never occur
The chapters of her life are now such a blur

Tired of playing the wicked game
only to be damned by the unending shame
Love is not a scheme or a plot
only an emotion that fills my heart

Author: Kimberly Toney
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