SHE

She leaves her house with a desirous heart With a hope of her life to once again restart Suppressed wishes and innocent desires The free spirit, killed by the barbed wires To once again inhale a new sprightly air Alas! Another trap, another deadly lair Decorating herself like a glamorous deity Quenching the mocker's ego constantly The blues on some and moisture on others Are but the bruises and the tears of lovers Seasons pass and with the rustling leaves Yearnings turn into sighs and grieves Giving in becoming one of her attributes While only atrocities he on her excutes No one will harken her freedom's plea For this is the agonizing story of She.