Glass Wish Poem by Lucifera Santez

My days were lonely,
The nights so cold,
And my soul had
Already been sold.

An empty shell,
Was that which lay,
On her marriage bed,
Without her heart
But with her head.

Was it this?
For which lovers died,
This strange thing love,
Which took them?
To their lovers side.

Was it this why?
Romeo met?
With that lovely
Maiden Juliet?

Brave they were,
They died for their paramours,
But here am I,
A coward, a lie

Chained in the shackles
Of my destiny,
I have abandoned my man
My lovesome,
Coming here instead
As a newlywed,
As a decorative piece
Of my husband’s home.