His Fault

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With a broken heart,

I watch her march,

around with him,

like he is a toy.

He looks so sad,

I broke his heart,

So he broke mine,

By taking her to the ball.

I watch my prince,

dance with my evil step-mother,

yet there is nothing I can do.

I don’t have a Fairy Godmother,

And this ways my fault,

I destroyed a perfect heart.

With something so selfish.

Something so useless.

I wanted to help him heal,

Instead I dug my nails deeper,

into the wound,

He won’t forgive me,

I can’t forgive me.

I love him,

And I broke his heart.

To bad it was his fault.

For getting her pregnant...

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