Bronze Beauty

 

Bronze Beauty

She found herself being molded by the fires in his hands.

There she took a chance and learned how to dance.

He showed her how to curve without breaking.

He showed her what it is to survive while aching.

He left her feeling hollow on the inside.

He left her standing by the roadside

He left her old not new

He left her no longer a bronze hue but blue.

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