The Prince

I held you in the privacy of my heart, when arms were cold and bare,

But careless words tore me apart, blinded in the glare,

  

A thousand suns in angry blaze, from the darkness of your eyes,

Morning now, a wordless haze, and fistfuls of your lies,

 

Good thing you’re not afraid of heights, that pedestal is tall,

When the day sinks into night, it’s quite a painful fall,

 

Who is there to help you along, who can you name as ‘friend’?

Sometimes I still play that song, and mourn the messy end.

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