I am a poet
Who spins beautiful lies
For guileless winsome eyes,
to behold the undying glory,
in my untold tragic story.
Heart weeps, and eyes burn; inconsolable,
Meteors strike the brokers heart; uncontrollable
Win, I could, the whole world,
Win, I could not, but one heart.
Praises soared high, and festoons flew
Around the whole world, in my victory, undue;
For victory, I never had, never had victory:
My biggest battle being you.
Win it - I did not; win it - I will not;
But brave I must be, strong I must be.
So, I spin beautiful lies
For guileless winsome eyes
To behold undying glory,
hiding the tragedy in my story