Framed

I wasn’t the girl he thought I was.
My tongue didn’t know the kind of softness he thought he heard when I spoke.
My heart was a rugged mud house he mistook for a mansion.

He said I was an angel he had waited his entire life for, yet I couldn’t even spell heven.
He said we were meant to be together, yet I didn’t even know how to be.

Now I’m a prisoner of love
Locked up in promises I never made.
Sentenced to a life with a man I barely know,
A man who refuses to know me
beyond my smiling face hanging on his wall.

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