darla

poor little Darla

stuck in a war that was already fought

a chandelier mine shattered

for she was bought by a man

a man who poured hope in her glass

and killed her with doubt

a man who toasted to happiness

but never drank for it

a man dressed in riches

who wasn’t rich in heart

a man capable of leaving a scar

that will forever show

a scar that Darla

will forever feel

 a scar that will forever

poison Darla’s once hopeful mind

and she will then be a broken drum
 
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DewDrop27

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