She was my queen
The one
Who in my heart
I felt
Would lift me to her throne
And pull me
From my pit of self hatred
I thought
The love she had for me
Would last for eternity
Instead burned out
Almost immediately
We never quite had
Enough time in out day
And that's why I think
My love went away
Love is lost and won
Given
Taken
Burned and used up
And people are forgotten
And love is gone
And even now
On the edge of a cliff
I can still feel the whisper
Of my missing queen's lips
Calling for me over the edge
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Everybody Leaves
Poetryshitty poetry with shitty not so deep meanings. actual bullshit don't read.