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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