There is but one thing,
That plagues me that much.
The banded gold ring,
Discarded as such.
I envy his place,
Closest to your heart.
Grin upon your face,
Lifted by his kart.
We love each other,
But how to contest?
He, like a brother,
Could steal my love best.
Wish you greatest joy,
But never too far.
I shall be your toy,
Heart locked in your jar.
Could it be my mind?
A trick by madness?
How could I be blind,
Struck down by sadness.
Fear the vile trick,
Played by the demon.
His lies run too thick,
His true goal is done.
Sit in the hidden,
Forced to see all lies.
Wanting this ridden,
Before my love dies.
Doubt you not, my love
Never stain your glove.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
There is but one thing,
That plagues me that much.
The banded gold ring,
Discarded as such.
I envy his place,
Closest to your heart.
Grin upon your face,
Lifted by his kart.
We love each other,
But how to contest?
He, like a brother,
Could steal my love best.
Wish you greatest joy,
But never too far.
I shall be your toy,
Heart locked in your jar.
Could it be my mind?
A trick by madness?
How could I be blind,
Struck down by sadness.
Fear the vile trick,
Played by the demon.
His lies run too thick,
His true goal is done.
Sit in the hidden,
Forced to see all lies.
Wanting this ridden,
Before my love dies.
Doubt you not, my love
Never stain your glove.
