BG (1565 / Earth, USA, California, Los Angeles, Van Nuys, Balboa blvd)

The Tortured Princess

I met a girl who was making me scream
I met a girl who was making me dream
I was twenty she was twenty two
There wasn't much we didn't do
We shared each day with private talks
We shared each day with private walks
I used to kiss her open palm
I used to be the one to keep her calm
She then said we had something we must talk about
And in my mind she left no doubt
I've really liked being your lover
But i know we weren't meant for each other

I didn't believe her then, I don't believe her today
She said we must be apart, it can't be another way
Now i sit and gather dust
Writing this ode to her because i must
I'd like to write mellifluous tomes of her passion
But my heart's like a wave that just keeps crashing
I'd like to say she was my 'significant other'
But nothing she left me with lets me still love her

I have seen the tortured princess practicing incest
I have watched the princess being tortured by someone fatter
Inside my gray matter no one she says can ever have her
She makes me want to turn the lights out
All of them
I choked back sobs when i knew the truth
I choked back sobs for the tortured princess
practicing incest

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Oh Beau! What pain and passion. I feel for your pain... -Sarah Nae