• I was tired,
    I was alone,
    Love bereft,
    and I found joy in hate.
    That evil that I could always sate,
    and now here I am left...

    Silence is all I was given,
    for my effort,
    she found cohorts,
    she was given good,
    but she was nothing but frou frou!
    look good and act like s**t!

    I tried to be nice,
    I tried not to slice....
    but a whirlwind she brought,
    and so solace I sought!
    I cut the thread...

    Another thread?
    Strong and viable,
    stretchy but not weak?
    good qualities I have yet to see,
    but so I held onto this thread,
    and upon it a rope grows,
    a rope I hold fast,
    a hope at the end of it.

    At the end of the rope,
    what is this?!
    Some kind of sorcery!
    A beauty the likes of which I have never seen!
    she wears threads of the common folk,
    but wears the skin of Royalty,
    Not pomposity or arrogance,
    suddenly I am struck by her beauty,
    and this time I am wound and in Love.
    I would make a fool of myself for her,
    I would arm myself to protect her,
    and most importantly...
    I would hold her tightly in my arms,
    and whisper into her ear
    "I love you" 's and sweet truths.
    None can steal my gaze from her,
    no game will stop me from seeing her,
    nor keep me from her.

    I will scream her name at the tops of the mountains,
    I will race the wolves and winds to her,
    and I will swim the oceans of sharks for her,
    and I will see her beauty forevermore.