She stood tall
Among the fallen flowers.
Her grace befalls me
Bathed me with her charms.
She talks of knowledge
Of the world's wisdom.
I bow to the intelligence
I'm awed of her presence.
She sold her heart
It was fed to the wolves.
White blood turned dark
Her soul flew away.
She stood tall
Among the chaotic crowd.
Tip toeing, waving her flimsy hands
Attracting the wolves on stage.
*Inspired by a girl I once looked up to. A girl who sadly, fell into the dark pit of false companionship.
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