She was a doll
Living and breathing
She was a dawn
Young and promising
She was a fountain
Bubbly and sparkling
She wanted a life
Of love and romancing
She married her Prince
Who was handsome and charming.
He said, he loved her
And she was his Queen.
He soon imprisoned her
Not in love, but in spite,
He breathed fire with hate
In a wink, he changed her fate.
A doll no more,
She was now bruised and swollen
Picking pieces of a spirit broken
Wounded, scalded and
Her dream shattered.
She awaited death
It was all that mattered!!!
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