And time passes as it does, so did tiny pieces of her
She strung them up in the corners of her bedroom
Shadowy souvenirs
Then, our heroine meets another
Unexpected love she cannot cope with
The surprise hurts something she had curled away so tight
When it unfurls she takes a moment of sight and
Pulls herself up into the light
Takes a tiny singular bite and throws away every part of her plan
God, she says, as confused as I am, For one month I will do as you intend
And then once she rounds the bend
I’ll pick up the speed, move faster in pace
So that a month will drop from my face
Keeping away from the torture is torture indeed

In the end, I hope to succeed
Legacy, beauty, greed