SacrificedLike footprints on the sand,Sacrificed5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A face lost to the land.
A cracked smile takes the place
Of the tears upon her face.
Her hands are stale and dry
As she is forced to lie.
Determined by her past,
One word could be her last.
Like paper torn and creased
Her heart has seen a beast.
But despite her worst turmoil,
Her true feelings won't uncoil.
Her wings were torn and tattered:
An angel whose dreams had shattered.
She protects others with her charade;
What once was pure now starts to fade.