My drug
that I hide
close to my bosom
at night
I dream of you still
when loneliness
looms in the moon
and understanding
evades my heart
You ask join me
in death
and
you call me
your
property
how happy I am
to dream of
the age of 23
where there is a song
waiting there for you
my
invincible
my dirty needle
that I hide
close to my bosom
at night
I dream of you still
when loneliness
looms in the moon
and understanding
evades my heart
You ask join me
in death
and
you call me
your
property
how happy I am
to dream of
the age of 23
where there is a song
waiting there for you
my
invincible
my dirty needle
I'll dare to say it. I'll dare to compare and you'll be the only one to know that I thought it. At least when he loved me, he called me his and always called out to me in loving tones.
I'll admit defeat because I know he was wrong. I know he's wronger than wrong and I know that he was a selfish c**t, excuse me for using that word. He wanted me dead and that wasn't okay. But, the love he felt for me burned so intensely that I will always remember that and it will always shine first when I think of him. I know he was evil and that I should bury his name further South than the sun but he will never be far from my heart as long as I still have doubts.
I rejoice at the possibility I may be able to outshine him and dwarf him one day with another love. Throwing his memory to the curb would please me much more than keeping him alive. It will take time and the battle will not be won easily. I will wear her down as much as I can for him but he has to do his fair share of the work as well. I will protect the Kingdom as best I know how. I won't let her be ruled by her love for him ever again. I cannot allow it. At the same time, I will not allow her to make the same mistake and love another without reason or right. There must be respect there and there must be a right for him to be loved. She is too good. She gives her heart too intensely. She will get hurt.