TW: Death.
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You thought that a king
could do whatever he wants.
Open your heart and sing,
Sing to the birds and walls,
Even though they cannot think,
And express your delicate story
in words. Seen you in all your glory.
Show off your beauty; a sight to see.
Waves of love and fraternal fondness
pool like a loch in both of our hearts.
You fiercely fight with no room to cave,
Littered with scars, yet you're still so brave.
Bared your teeth, you laugh at danger,
Thinking it's so cool; it's just a stranger.
Pathetic struggles, you run with the water,
The ship that goes down, a surrendering pauper.
Your kindness goes on, the list never-ending,
Loved and craved attention, closeness and touch.
Sweet, so unique, ubique but not oblique.
The waves sway and stroke each other,
Waving goodbyes to all of their loved ones.
You do the same, but your heart's full of dismay,
You do not want to leave, we know it all the same.
You have to, you had to,
You did, you just went.
Nobody's unforgiving,
You're soul's still living.
Fly up high,
Like a dove in the sky.
Glimmer and shimmer,
You're such a fighter.
Your heart is strong, it beats like thunder,
Your strength is fiery, it rages like storms.
Something like this could never beat you,
You're too warm, too much to let go.
Remembered, but left in peace,
Your lingering solace when our hearts are hollow.
Because, “to beat a lion,
You must have the heart of a lion”.
So here I am with the crown,
Live on up high while I drown.
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~In loving memory of Simba, my loving bunny. ♥️
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