She spun her web with threads unseen,
A friendship pure, a bond serene.
But whispers grew, a world assumed,
Until my freedom met its tomb.
The day we wed, her tears fell sweet,
A melody my heart can’t meet.
For love’s embrace, though soft and kind,
Can suffocate a restless mind
Her laughter rings, a cheerful song,
Yet in her joy, I don’t belong.
I walk through life, a hollow shell,
A man condemned by vows to hell.
Still, I wonder, late at night,
What might’ve been, had I held tight.
If I had spoken, set her free,
Would love have spared both her and me?
About the Creator
Rob🦜
Passionate storyteller and social impact advocate, I write to inspire change and share insights on education, sustainable development, and creative innovations.
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