My heart can’t laugh,
And my soul has forgotten how to sing.
I have become like the long ago Beauty,
Trapped in a palatial prison.
The story untold, the romance ripped away,
Found the Beauty wandering from room to room
Not asleep, it’s true, but never fully awake;
Too afraid to dream.
Encased in thorns,
The Rose was forever
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