Love

She walked into the room, see, unwelcomed

So ashamed, cannot bare call her daughter

She is like snow, pretty but cold, its sum

Untamed, her wicked ways, her love, shaped her

Her obsession caused her to become a shrew

Her darkness is what caused her not to feel

She wondered if she was loved, no! By whom?

If a man were to steal her heart, she’d heal

Stuck in a glass bottle, life is perfect

Her love isn’t pure, it is the darkest

Time ticks, she will never see her defects

The stab in her heart hurt her hardest

Her love for darkness makes her ungrateful

See past her soul and don’t be so hateful