Originally composed as an SMS to someone but the intentions were completely misinterpreted.
Sometimes I pity you,
I pity your heart.
For you belong to abode of clouds,
but live like corpse covered in shroud.
You might have been Queen of the Byzantine,
but like a pauper you survive.
I wish I could alleviate your dolour,
and help you escape from this melancholy moor.
1 comment:
Oh oh oh my god!!!!!
It hurts when people misunderstand and ill treat.
And it hurts even more when you feel manipulated.
Its kills u, when vicious words from people impede your ability to be objective.
Never mind. Grow up.
And STOP FALLING IN LOVE.
For god's sake!!!
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