She wrote all her emotions down.
Displayed each feel through these alphabets.
Was still rocking her wedding gown.
When she discovered she had lost all her bets;
On love.
Her ice king,
Never met such a cold being.
Yet that face remained the most charming.
And his words were still disarming.
Tell me what the future holds.
For a woman interested to be in his fold.
A man who knows nothing of love.
She risked having her soul starve.
Who shall dry all those tears?
Instigated by a bride's fears.
How can the beginning be the end?
Found his lips on another right after they wed.
Torn between if she should stay or leave.
How do you suggest she should grieve?
While pain suffocated her heart.
Had no juice left for that combat.
They had agreed for better or worse.
But it felt more of a curse.
Mode was depression.
When she encountered some revelations.
Betrayals can't be mend.
These battles will never end!
Thanks for stopping by!
Black Queen.
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