Oh, my love.
I feel hollow.
Depressed.
What a prize I have missed.
By not listening to the best.
Now I have to live with the worst.
Now I have to submit.
Now I can no longer protest.
For I have, in this battle, lost.
I have lost.
"But why?"
You may ask.
Oh my moon.
I have messed.
Stubborn.
Stupid.
Cold-hearted.
Timid.
"Some beautiful traits!"
You may think.
Oh drop the sarcasm you delusional thing!
Look how they made people think.
That I'm an ungrateful piece of nothing!
And who am I to object?
That's precisely where I belong.
Nowhere.
I'm a nothing.
Nothing.
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My Salty Rivers And The Moon (wattys2018)
PoesieThe princess has no-one to talk to No-one to listen to her To comfort her To make her pain go away To love her . . Till she found the moon her secret lover She waits every night To spill her innermost thoughts To put her mind...
