Mother's advice
I could never heed.
Now, on my soul demons feed.
I keep drowning in tears
Because of my fears,
As there are no visible repairs
For my tears.
You used me like a pawn
Now all I am is a thorn
And my bed
Is coloured with red,
For in a battle I never fought;
I got caught.
To be hound
By rue, now I'm bound.
Instead of euphoric,
I am nostalgic.
For our legacy could've
Been an empire,
Through our love's fire.
I would have conferred
To you loyalty,
And treated you just like royalty,
But I guess it was a breeze-
Leaving me out in the cold
To freeze.
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Soulful Noises
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