Dear lovelorn
This is for you my dear lovelorn
So high and mighty on your throne
Did you even see our sexless porn
Can a broken heart be a thorn?
Whether I cry or whether I die
It matters not, let's start a fire
put you up on the funeral pyre
I look at you my burning desire
If only I could kill him for a bit
Put him with the bull in the pit
You lover's throat that I can slit
Now doesn't this poem seem lit?
How does this change anything
I have no halo nor even the wings
To you that I shamelessly cling
Bitter sweet memories of a king
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