Golden Trap

This girl once had a purpose.
She strived to be the best.
She left it back behind her on the Golden Gate bridge. 

This girl was once a lover,
an open-minded soul.
It became instead a weakness,
that stole her dreams and goals.

He took her heart and happiness
and left her to the birds.
A simple trick was all it took;
A trap of lies and words.

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