Naive
She imprinted wishful thinking onto fragile skin.
Dreamt of last names being shared, and
Put him on a pedestal too unworthy.
Her heart too early mornings
And his too midnight,
He snatched Queen from her crown.
A baby is expected by a girl he barely knows.
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