And she is one of those foolish girls,
glimpsing the girl whom he twirls;
and she is such a foolish girl,
for believing that he is hers;
and she is such a foolish girl,
for falling for his manipulative ways;
and she is such a foolish girl,
for wanting him to keep her days;
and she is such a foolish girl,
for trying to stir him on the wrong path;
and she is such a foolish girl,
for trying to steal the heart his lover hath;
and she is such a foolish girl,
for trying to master whisking him away;
and she is such a foolish girl,
for trying to stir their roles in dismay;
but is she such a foolish girl,
for wanting to feel love from the heart?
But is she such a foolish girl,
for wanting to feel something while so far apart?
But is she such a foolish girl,
for trying to tear down the chamber of her hall?
But is she such a foolish girl,
if she knew when she flies she would also fall?
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
