Unspoken Tales

xvii.

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You sat on your royal throne,
A throne made of empty promises,
And wore a crown,
A crown jeweled by my broken pieces.

Disguised as a knight in shining armour,
You came riding on a white horse,
The horse that was made of
Your white lies.

With a sword in your hand,
You swore to fight devillious minds,
And promised to give me,
A happily ever after.

And you made me feel,
Like you were my fairytale,
Like you were my Prince Charming,
And my forever.

But little did I know,
You were the villian,
With an evil intention,
Waiting to pierce that sword past my heart;
Until I bleed tears of pain.

And I'll tell you something,
Now that I have nothing to lose,
There were nights,
When I couldn't fall asleep.
And instead of counting stars,
I'd count the reasons,
Why I loved you,
Until the sun rose again.

Because,
There were more reasons
Why I loved you,
Than stars existing in the sky.

But now,
There are nights,
I count reasons,
Why I let you have me under your spell,
Like a puppet to a string.

And I question myself,
For loving you so much,
That I left no room,
To love myself.

I think boy, it's ironic,
How men in your kingdom,
Follow your footsteps,
And worship your ways;
Your perfect way to kill a victim of love,
To an extent they feel
nothing at all.

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