you wouldn't recognize me if you saw me
you remember rosy cheeks and smiling eyes
skin soft as a feathered wing
hair flowing in cascades to the ground
a pool of lush locks gathering on the forest floor
and a sweet voice
innocent and beautiful
enchanted a curse? a blessing?
no one knows
and none can tell
the one who can
has been shut upfor the rest of his life
in a cage of a hollow
lifeless log
enchanting, he called me
under a spel
lcaptivated by my so called beauty
and youth, I wore it in my hair
ah the hair, always the hair
not the beauty of the face
or the softness of the skin
but the long, heavy, deadening hair
i've cut it off since then
she doesn't require length
spikes suit me she says
i grow inside of this
hollow towering tree
she knows i can't leave it
no reason for a door
or window
or key
what keeps me there
is she
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