snap, let's teleport you to cottages cloaked in ivy’s embrace,
where the girl with beautiful eyes found her place.
does she know her name conjures mornings anew,
with connotations of rain and glistening dew?
thanks to a friend of a friend, I found her at the artisanal rustic inn
while she was beguiled by a lad, firelight flickered and stories did begin
first Friday of July, we grabbed a bottle of white
and discussed the tertiary wave of her life
told she faced the wrath of a non licet affair
If she found what she sought, she could kindle a flare
she's been trying to nitpick peace but when will she finally find it?
behind locked doors, in quiet grace, sobbing wearing his comfortable cardigan
mad woman, would glorify pitiful men
he was just a case of arrested development
it was all a hoax, just a malicious deception
you've got your invisible string, tied to the one, not seven
they're fortunate you keep your soul guarded,
she healed through the warmth of folktales & starlit assurances
then she had a moment of epiphany
and bid farewell, said screw you to her could've been
dressed up, ready for the land where tales lay woven with threads of lore
where the past and present blend, where no one's keeping score
she left behind the shadows of what might have been
embracing a life where her true story could begin
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