life / loss / love / Poetry

Death Of A King With No Crown…

Gone to waste in a false romance.
Death of a king with no armor,
He went out guns blazing, but came back with a sword to his chest.
Ah my dear king, but what goes around comes around,
you daggered my heart with your lies, and now yours has been punctured the same.
How does the pain taste? Bitter im sure, bitter and full of regret. How do I know you are full of regret?
You show your face expecting me to lick and heal your wound-inflicted by another.
Ha, I must have the face of a Bitch.
If I must be a bitch, please know that this bitch does not lick sloppy seconds.
The end… Ding Dong the King is dead.
 
 
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