A Puzzle of Shattered Dreams
It may look like heaven-but this is her hell...
Shadows dance in the dungeons of a hell, for life and lost souls of hope have put them all there.
Is this the life that she was meant to lead?
She always thought that love should set you free.
She lies to herself she never questions his lies.
She prays he tells the truth, but his truths are just lies in disguise
She cries silently when no one is around.
Careful not to make a mess out of the smile she now frowns.
She can’t hear the hopes she use to repeat in her head.
She can’t feel her dreams and some days she longs to be dead.
What questions we ask-she has no truth to give in response.
Because if she tells the truth, her faith in her life will then be a loss.
She has come to terms with the reality that this is her life.
She has no one to listen, no one to hear any of her silent cries.
She takes all of his judgment all of his words and all that he is willing to give.
His mood is what determined how she is able to breathe and how she is able to live
She is convinced she is the one at fault.
She is convinced she deserves all that he has taught.
Her lies are now her truth, she questions no more.
The sun is a fantasy and in her fantasy she has lost all control.
He makes the choice of what she can do and what she is able to see.
She once wished his love would be the love that would set her free.
Every night he asks her questions, she didn’t know she was doing wrong.
She wished she was different-but that wouldn’t be her song.
Shadows Dance in the Dungeons of a Hell,
For life and lost souls of hope have put them all there.
Drifting thoughts of despair make up the heaven she lives in.
She is lost-she is shattered- She is broken,
She is no longer the woman who once knew what she was worth.
"God save me" she cries- But God isn’t listening to her-
She feels as if he has forgotten who she is.
She doesn’t blame him; even she has forgotten who she is.
Broken pieces and shattered dreams, and the vivid colors of hell.
She places them together and sharpens the edges; and look-
It looks like heaven- but this is no heaven-this is her hell.
A puzzle she has created, that can be put together in so many ways.
This puzzle is made up of lies, crafted together by broken hopes and dreams and the distant memory of who she thought she would be.
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