Amanda's Awakening

 Amanda, the night when all were asleep,

Took her bag and fled to the wilderness, leaving no trace to keep.

No note, no hint, just a vanished soul,

With peeping breasts, owl eyes, and girlish lips, she made her goal.

Never looking back, she ran alone,

A mystery to all, her path unknown.

Amanda, the English rose, who painted the town red,

A pillar of strength for men, or so they thought, in their heads.

Perhaps that's why she escaped, or maybe not,

Only she knows, with a heart that's hot.

She plays the game, like she did in the arena's fight,

Escaping love that felt like a suffocating night.

Amanda's no delicate china, nor a golden ring in a pig's nose,

She's a girl who hates the ordinary, and that's how it goes.

Maybe she's searching for Mr. Right, or maybe not,

Amanda's journey is hers alone, and that's a fact.