What have I done?
What did I ever think I
would do?
Nothing like this...
I never thought that, please be convinced of it.
What is this sin I ever thought pardonable?
But that's just it!
I never thought...Why think?
Time would have allowed me the mistake,
Sooner rather than lately.
She didn't stop me...She made me!
It set me up...And tunneled beneath
me.
So tricky, brilliant, so planned, it was
so sneaky!
How could she?
To her, I was perfect as a painting...
Unknowing, mysterious, pretty...Framed.
It let me stretch my wings, all the while knowing my wings
were clipped.
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