Author's Note: This is a creative poem I wrote about a picture of a lady riding a horse.
You stand here and in the sight of your eyes,
You see the view, although I’m in disguise.
The question you ponder waits, and the words that you say linger
But you should always know the ring still sits on my finger
The days feel like years now and I’m sorry I let you down
but I should have known better than that: you just wanted the crown.
Know that I’m torn, but I’m not coming back
I know being truthful is hard, it’s something I lack.
I’m hoping someday you realize,
all you see is the view, while I’m in disguise.