Broken-hearted


Grasps dreams at night, yet the days she clutches straws,
Achieving what he wants, breaking her old internal laws.
Her logical thoughts always knowing his next move,
Still he will not release her, what is he trying to prove?
His feelings for her, like a pendulum swinging evenly,
She just wanted to halt time and freeze all this dismay.

The oscillations became uneven to the undesirable side,
Each unbalanced swing slicing deep into her pride.
Their plans now shelved in boxes gathering dust.
They’re still accessible, if he could place his key of trust.
One day the pendulum will topple forever on its side,
Crashing down to finish off that already battered pride.
She sobbed, if life was the fairy tale her dad said it would have been.
In which chapter does someone see her as the beauty queen?