As she drew up her final breath,
And waved to my vanishing whole,
She had one last regret,
That she could have had me all,
But she ended up with you.
The vision of my burning soul,
Despairs at your touch,
Why does your blood flow so?
Such a sight, no adorer now.
I taught her everything,
But she took it all when she ran,
And my heart went with her.
She stole the world,
And took the throne that could have been ours,
And should have been mine.
What do you think? Let me know at
darien@globalnet.co.uk
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