Loving Pauper
Onto the parchment of my pain I write
Journal you are my only release
where the story of my ache can be told
Once I held the riches of her heart in my hands
The very substance that placed love upon the throne of my kingdom
Fate had her hand to play
For her rules be dictated by none
Dealt to the many
Her avarice to satisfy
Unto the dungeon of your cold heart I was banished
To be a soul that doth crave her attention
Won't she heed my call?
Hearken unto the sounds of my cry
Mercy, I beg of you
Clinging in desperation of her touch
Worthy only of the paucity of her depth to love
My being laden with the burden of regret and need
Conflicts of my mind
A war of the heart and soul
Hungering for a taste of her lips
My gluttony only to be satisfied with the scraps of love thrown from her table
Once I was her King
I remain ever faithful now
Her loving pauper
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