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1.2k · Jul 2013
Diamond Princess
Trevor Boot Jul 2013
If tomorrow’s forever
Life’s so bizarre
Only when memories
Vanish as they are

Even as I know this
You never forgot
Out of the whole year
Alone I am not

For my Princess I will go
To the ends of the Earth
For my Princess I will give
All I've had since birth
For my Princess I will do
Whatever it takes

Over many years began
Spending the web prolong
Always hoping you’re here
Never being proved wrong

Trusting you’re well
Knowing you're a call away
Loving our little time
Hoping for it today

Am I so unknowable to be forgotten
To the point of ignorance
You never ignore me
I've got your acceptance

Why toss out a diamond
For a clump of dirt?
It could easily happen
If you're not alert

You are a diamond
I cannot ignore this
The undeniable fact is that
You are my Diamond Princess
I wrote this for my girlfriend on our anniversary a couple months ago. she used to be afraid that I would leave her for someone "better", and I said, "Why would I toss out a diamond for a clump of dirt?". At that time my nickname for her was "Princess", thus the "my Princess" part. So I started calling her my Diamond Princess. So when out anniversary came along and I wanted to do something, I decided the obvious choice was to write her a poem called that. Please note, however, it was my first poem in a long time (2010), so it may come off a more than a little cheesy. Most people I showed it to called it cheesy, but she loved it, so that's all that matters to me.
427 · Jul 2013
The Shadow
Trevor Boot Jul 2013
She's playing by herself, little girl so young,
Not thinking of the shadow, the troubles yet begun,
Still she sits there, her mind full of innocence,
Nowhere is her parents, to see his none-innocent kiss,

She begs for the shadow to let her go, her soul he will steal
The silence from her mouth will never heal,
Can’t this pass, anything but this,
It’s been an hour, still she cries.

The weeping souls watch in dread,
As her life gets ripped to shreds,
She watches as the shadow leaves,
While she struggles back in her sleeves.

I see her now, see all of the sorrow,
And want to comfort her, today and tomorrow,
Years go by, yet the memory never dies,
It’s been thirty years, still she cries.
In 2009, a friend of mine opened up to me about something that happened to her when she was a child. That night I wrote this. She was in tears as she read it.

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