The Renegade Poem by Lotlot Diaz

You poure me your love
but you showered her.
Ive got wet
but she almost swim.
Im your princess
you sware...
But it was just a tale
for you were already a king
and she called herself the queen.
Feeling safe
For the paper
i was holding...
Contract of our merreige
were written,
But its uselessness was on top of my name,
for it was just a fake
whos faking the heartbeats
failure of sacred vows
teared apart by the renegade.