On the hill, across the land
stands a lonely man, a rose in hand
he waits and waits for his love
but our lady in red never comes
Our lady in red, oh you breaker of hearts!
how to tell you, how you tear them apart!
Laughing sweetly at another's tears
no wonder it is now love they fear!
Our lady in red, oh she never cares
she plays and she plays
and then when she tires another heart
is added to the thousands in her jar
Our lady in red, she once had loved
loved and gave it all she's got
but her lover, oh, he took and he took
until he took her heart and away he ran
Our lady in red, she then swore revenge
against each man and every woman
she would shatter their hearts like hers had been
they deserved to feel her pain
Our lady in red, she never ceased
She takes and she takes, and to this very day
each day, another heart
is torn apart
Oh but our lady in red, she never cares
she plays and then she throws away
and whenever someone asks 'why?'
with tears in their eyes
Our lady in red, oh she smiles so cruelly
at the tears gathered in their eyes
and then in her sweet voice replies,
" Because my dear, I simply can!"
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Midnight Words
Poetry//All I ever learned from love, is what pain is.// Highest rank: #40 in poetry Cover credit all go to @untamedchaos-. She's awesome, go check her out!
