She was poetry
even royalty dreamt of her
now buried in a cemetry
first ever love marked the end of her
to find the long-awaited prince, she was so keen
𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧
His betrayal diverged her , her nerves seemed to shrink
He out there was betting for one last drink
So helpless and so bewitched
she had never been
𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧
She loved once,sir
he was a monster
Scarier than others she had met
she left,
'No Love' was her ending pin
And finally she knew,
𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧.
