A queen has her man beside her,
Sitting upon the throne.
But I am destined, for sure,
To spend my eternity alone.
Not a single living soul,
Is willingly mine,
All the hearts that I stole,
Mine so sweet, as to not be my valentine.
If I am to spend my life alone,
How long should I wait?
For my heart to turn to stone,
Or for my desires to satiate.
A Woman has her husband,
But what does that leave me?
Unfortunately, time has run out of sand,
An empty life, for me, as far as my eyes can see.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC
A queen has her man beside her,
Sitting upon the throne.
But I am destined, for sure,
To spend my eternity alone.
Not a single living soul,
Is willingly mine,
All the hearts that I stole,
Mine so sweet, as to not be my valentine.
If I am to spend my life alone,
How long should I wait?
For my heart to turn to stone,
Or for my desires to satiate.
A Woman has her husband,
But what does that leave me?
Unfortunately, time has run out of sand,
An empty life, for me, as far as my eyes can see.
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