MissRebellion

She rode through summer's night, On the wings of false desire, With liberation's tongue, Whispering thoughts beside her. Tied with fate's addiction, While she's drunken with affection, Evading the dark reality, Haunted by her reflection. "Someone who never made a mistake, Has never tried something new." Though she hates to admit it, She knows that this is true. Curse by fear and honor bound, Even when she's free, But still tonight she dreams, This is the 'me' she wants to be.