Shes innocent, unaware
Blindfolded with a ribbon of lies,
She climbs her mountain only to discover tools,
The haze fills her mind,
She never saw him comeing till he pushed her off the moutian into the bottle,
She chokes on the lie “I love you” while shes drowning in her tears,
she lives in fear of him.
I really like this poem. I really relate to it. I don’t know if I’m interpreting it the way that you intended it to be, but I really connect to it. I guess that’s one of the many beauties of poetry! 😀