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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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