
08-09-2009, 04:48 PM
This is just a short poem i'm working on. If anyone has any suggestions to make it better that would be awesome.
If she had a title, she wouldn't need a name.
Just stand by her husband and glow in her fame.
Each day would be a called, and she would attend.
If she didn't it could be her end.
She wouldn't have to cook, nor be asked to clean.
And in return she would lose her right to be free.
Small price to pay, she tells her self.
This matters most, glory and fame.
But she knew she lived in her husband shadow.
In a mirror all she saw was a trophy with no value.
please just tell me straight up if it sucks or not.
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