when my home is broken and cold.

my kingdom is not a palace

our love goes numb, turns old.

no more flowers to smell and admire

no more magical beats in the heart.

all is left to look over and retire

back to the pile of memories lost.

whatever happened to the queen in her

castle,

to the one so envied by all.

she has fallen so far from her altar

she had vanished and left to recall.

last entry -- next entry