Comments about Adriana Romero
There is a story untold, one locked deep in my soul.
So big yet unknown, my own secret to hold.
A story almost forgotten, but made my heart rotten.
Two masked strangers, unknown of the dangers.
Dancing around a masquerade ball, wasn’t long before one had to fall.
Confetti and fire, lost in the attire.
Poisonous wine, together they dined.
Smoke and mirrors, his touch she feared.
Escaping she fell, trapped under his spell.
In a circus of chaos, a child she lost.
Illusioned with fright, she always lost sight.
A ball to everyone, a nightmare for one.