What for

You are no prince and I am no princess

a love story not of the stars but the rotten lands

We fight with swords and we love infinite

Sometimes we forget what we had built


You slayed my heart, it is almost dead already

there is no life for it to live like it was before

it waits for that moment, of freedom, loves it

then it forgets, it forgives, and it mends


Sometimes we ignore our feelings

Sometimes I hate you and tease you in my dreams

Sometimes I sing you a song, like a devotee

All this for you, myself or the world?

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