"Howling ghosts they reappear, In mountains that are stacked with fear, But you're a king and I'm a lionheart"

"Got a problem, Sweetheart?" He asked, probably rhetorically, but Mira replied anyway. "Yeah, I do. You're a selfish jerk. You don't care for a single soul here but yourself" she told him. It wasn't true, not a single bit, the Blake boy would soon become infatuated with the younger delinquent, Mirabella Roy. And before he even knows it he would do anything to protect her, and she would do the same.

"Hello, princess." "It's Queen to you."

Sharing my emotions though poems. Enjoy!🙂