He takes the fire from her soul he cusses her
I am descending from myself each passing day watching her lose herself at the hands of a man who knows nothing of how lucky he is
how blessed he is to find shelter in her arms
A fool for a drop of love
I am the one that hears her prayers I am the one that seeks her love my kingdom is the ground she walks on seeing her in such pain rivals with my heart stopping me from forcefully taking whats rightfully ours here i stand small man in a world controled by power he is a fool and she'll never know
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This is all to often how it goes, is it not.. I feel for you in that position. I must say that you wrote it beautifully. Thank you for sharing, I look forward to reading more of your work :)
~M