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