(Note: I wrote this trash as a song, and I spent barely 5 minutes writing it.)
Baby!
I know my love is worth nothing to you,
But that doesn't mean it's free
It's earned, not given away
But the way you said you loved me
Was enough to change my mind
I was the one,
To kiss your problems away,
While we lay, intertwined, on your warm bed
Now my face, and my voice,
Are the only things you hate.
Now you say that I'm weak and that I am a coward
But I'm not scared
And darling, you know that
I have killed, and I'd do it again
But I won't fight you, because I'm loyal to the crown.
Remember the crown that I gave you,
It was so long ago.
Hand-made with flawless roses and thorns.
The crown that was only terrible
Because I was the one who made it.
I was the one who first crowned you,
My king, my lover,
My perfect heart keeper!
Your heart was locked away, in a clear safe
Mine was pining, behind open doors
You stole my heart to break it.
And I asked for yours, so I could cherish it
But you never trusted me, so now you have two
Darling, I can't breathe
I gave you the best parts of me
I'm losing my blood now
And all I can see is your scowl.
Give me my heart back
I want yours, but I'll never be worthy.
Give me my heart back
Or throw it away, like you did to me.
Give me my heart back
If I don't have yours, I can't live without it.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts to Poems
PoetryWriting whatever I'm thinking about as poetry, which hopefully explains the stupid title. Kep in mind, all of these will be as trash as the one I made for the cover. Some of these will be really specific. Just ignore that.
