692. Poem by Jaden Knight

You sold my dream of love to the highest bidder
after stealing it from me one night while I slept
didn't notice until the sun had risen
and you had long since fled

I heard you got a princely sum
although you never could have got enough
it may have small value to the one who paid
but it was worth more to me than a mountain of coin

I know for certain it would never be returned
especially not in a pristine state
it would probably end up full of holes
ones which I could never repair

You sold my dream of love to the highest bidder
but I have replaced it with much better
leaving you shivering and alone
with only the gold to keep you company