ad infinitium
She flooded the city with the tears of unrequited love
Latin blood cells had bestowed her with a curse
Too boisterous, too sensual
Always excessive, but somehow not enough
They condemned her for her flaws
but disregarded,
the thoughts of “change” “hope” and “peace” racing through her mind
Be less volatile!
Pretentious minds believed preconceived ideas of her idiocy
but to her family she was an angel walking upon them
sixteen and not yet pregnant
Her world was full of no and I can’t
Nights filled with Voltaire and Socrates
Not Vlad and Hennessy
From ignorance sprung ignorance
They believed in her demise
But she believed in her Success
Boisterous
Sentimental
Too Latin
But to her she was tenacious in her endeavours
to rise above the rest