She was given a choice.
They said it was hers to make.
Of course it wasn't her choice.
Not really.
They pretended that this was what she wanted.
They let me choose between a cell from which there was no escape.
And a life away from the only thing I still love.
It wasn't a choose.
Not really.
Both options full of misery.
Neither one would give me love..Neither one would give me my son.
I don't want to die.
But I don't want this life.
I'm a tragedy.
If only they could figure it out for themselves.
But they can't.
All they see is the evil queen.
The one who cursed them.
So here I sit as I make my choice.
Not that it is really a choice.
I try to think about what I should do.
I am so lost.
What choice should I make.
They all promise misery until the end of my days.
I am so, so lost.
A/N i do not own once. This story is going to be in poem form the entire time. The next few chapters are about what would happen if she made a certain choice, and the ones after that are snapping her back to reality as she actually does make her choice.
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