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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