Forest (Wattys2016)

My Darling

Twisting and turning

In the midst of the night

Demons and creatures

But my darling did not fear such a sight

Her heart was cold as a pack of ice

After all she had sacrificed

Taking chances as she rolled a dice

Betrayed as she was taken for a fool twice

Drowning in a river of fallen tears

Surrounded by a landscape

Where no one was sincere

My darling finds it hard to preserve

Because she had been let down countless times

In the last two years

She wonders all alone on her own

Through these empty streets she roams

Leaving behind a lonely home

Haunted by her insecurities

But no one knows

Now dwelling on a vacant throne

This goddess believes something is owed

It is not wealth, luxury nor protection from those who wear masks

But rather loyalty and unconditional

Love that lasts