From the Princess of this World

Now he would lay

In peace of white, 

Still, as if there was no life

To be alive he once as was

And used to call

me of my petty name.

Oh, how it kills me

To think

I will never hear it again

Form his lips, 

I sink in pain

Of  how he never

Will call me love

Or kiss my hand,

And make me the princess of this world.

He won’t caress my head

No more,

Or watch caravan with me

Won’t tell me to eat as much as I please

He won’t be there sitting 

On his seat,

 the grandest of it all

And never will I  bring him his snacks again

Oh god!

Please numb me of this pain

Please numb me of this pain.


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