poetry

Rich man’s daughter

A rich man’s daughter
Stole her man
She took away her laughter
In just one second

The rich man’s daughter
As pretty as daylight
Stars twinkling in her eyes
Her skin so bright and her hair so nice

The rich man’s daughter
Came like a thief on a new moon night
And swept her love away
Worlds crashed beneath her feet
When rich man’s daughter defeated her

She was, but a warrior
Wielded her sword, made most of her day
While in the night, with ink
She made her way,
A rebel, but a mighty heart, they all say

But, sons of nobility don’t wed warriors,
Do they?
All they seek is a taste of their thirst for freedom
Of all things that they should have been,
But aren’t

So, when the warrior lost her heart,
She gave up on her sword and her ink
The blind soothsayer always warned
The warrior to not cheat on her art
But, the rebel she was, she also lost her mind
With her heart

The sons of nobility don’t wed warriors,
Do they?
All they seek is a taste of their thirst for freedom
Of all things that they should have been,
But aren’t

And one fine day, the man ran away,
Back to his father
Leaving the warrior half dead
In ruins,
Fed her a poison of lies
Without a tinge of remorse
With all the false pride
Hence, came the name snob
And stuck forever

All he sought from the warrior
Was the thrill of an adventure
Before snob, like every other only wed
A rich man’s daughter

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