A Beautiful Tragedy

Thanks to Quietlove for the name.

Beautiful in mind if not in body,
she lives a life in seclusion.
She speaks fondly of the one of her heart,
but he is just an illusion.
She refuses to accept reality.
She lives in helpless moments of delusion.
Any notion to the contrary,
she will see as an intrusion.

Her melodic voice echo’s
as she expresses her frustration.
No one can tell her any different,
she is set on grandiose pretension.
She roams the halls in wisps of silk;
her tear stained face drawn and ashen.
Constantly moaning of her hearts unrest,
she’s driving me to distraction.

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