Written by Emily Harstone | January 25, 2018
I knew they weren’t just “friends.”
He’s gone. Now my life begins.
Dead-she rose again from below.
She decided she couldn’t do it.
Standing there, she felt love die…
The heir, about to be crowned.
Can’t bring myself to go in
Tripped on hem and tumbled down
My transformation is for me, alone.
With breauty and grace she waited.
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I knew they weren’t just “friends.”
He’s gone. Now my life begins.
Dead-she rose again from below.
She decided she couldn’t do it.
Standing there, she felt love die…
The heir, about to be crowned.
Can’t bring myself to go in
Tripped on hem and tumbled down
My transformation is for me, alone.
With breauty and grace she waited.