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I hear your voice,

But don’t all the same,

Love, love, love,

Will I ever tame,

This crushes me,

Destroys me,

Murders me,

Coy as can be,

Stretches its hand,

Holds me for a bit,

Digs in its nails,

Where I sit,

Rips my heart out,

Drinks my blood,

Fills my soul,

With blackening mud,



Why cries my heart,

Why sobs my soul,

Why asks my mind,

To be whole?



Why do I try?

Why do I care?

Why do I bother?

Why do I share?



I need you,

Ever crushing,

Breath,

I’m blushing,

Thinking maybe,

It’s of us you think,

Just as you speak,

You vanish the pink,



And I know I don’t

Have a chance

I know I won’t

Share romance,

But somehow,

It seems so cruel,

That with your crown,

Your royal rule,

With neither true love,

Nor gaze, on servant

Who’s glove

You wear,

Who’s hand you find,

Who’s heart you stole,

Who’s love you mined,

But royal heart,

And royal kind,

I know my worthlessness

Is underlined.