…She was having trouble walking with those shoes, she hated them. But he’d told her she looked good in them. And she liked it. They were rather uncomfortable, but She told herself would grow into to them. So she wore them tonight, promising herself, unconvincingly, that she would last the remainder of the night. It was only 11 pm, and it had taken her an hour to cover a 10 minute walk. She was clearly in distress, walking with a forward lean and an awkward limp. Her feet were on fire.
But it didn’t matter.
She looked good….
Too many insinuations
Too many questions
Too many blank stares,
Not enough answers..
Kings were not amused
Having their authority put to the test
So they had to abuse
To put this matter to rest
Other subjects had to be kept in the dark
That wouldn’t be too much work
They were told and they believed,
Because they all wanted to live.
That was the jungle’s law
But it was to him unacceptable
He was determined to expose their flaws.
They offered him a place at the high table,
No, he would not be a character in this fable
He was getting closer to the truth
So they went to the phone booth
And sent a threat.
That would not stop him,
With his life he had made a bet.
What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
His significant other was worried
I need some time, just a little bit longer
But he was the prey and they the predators
A fact he had forgotten.
Drastic measures were taken,
They could not fail again
He took the truth to the other side,
Betrayed by a brother in arms
But it was necessary for their pride
And to protect the BRIDE
To have the thorn removed,
The consignment approved
via Daily Prompt: Loyal
Be careful your loyalty is not misplaced. You might be loyal to the wrong people, or to the wrong things. Your loyalty should not be a prison, where you can’t grow because it might mean having your loyalty questioned. Misplaced loyalty is always full of regrets.
In a moment of weakness
I let my guard down
And she took advantage of me
Advantage of a past love
One with which I couldn’t cope.
For me it was a certainty
That there would be no forgiveness
That this fairy tale
Had an unlikely anti-climax
And yet you say
Despite my doubts,
Despite my mistakes,
You still love me,
Does that mean,
I can dare to dream
I can dare to hope
That we may bury this hatchet
That our story
May still have
A happy ending?