Skeleton/Poem Share

She paid for their selfish ways

Made garments to wear from all their disarray

She never asked for any thing from back then

Maybe just an answer, or maybe just kin

She carried their troubles and ways on her shoulder

Unknowing that she also dragged behind her, a boulder

Helpless she was against all their formal displays

Unwillingly having to participate along the way.

Her crime was that she loved too willingly

Hoped beyond the greatest hostility

She wanted roses instead she became their thorn

Her heart was betrayed, tattered, and torn.

No one could handle her problems nor did they care

This was her life and her shame that she had to bear.

Because of their hearts, her life was a mocking reminder

Of all those skeletons that would come out from behind her.

MwsR ❤