By Damien Knight

Blood on the page, tears that I cry.
I can’t do a damn thing right!
I love you, my choice, would that I die,
Because living alone is to much to bare.

I cut away old baggage, with new scars.
You’re bitter, it burns, I did it for you!
So what does it matter, got me far,
Guess once more I loved untrue.

Wasted years of my life once before!
At least this was only months,
But it’s you princess I adore.
If only you would believe me.

Im tired of constant pleading case,
Telling you I love and desire you.
We burned fast, it’s all a waste
And you never loved me back.

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