she plucked away at the rose he gave her
finally saying "I love him not"
which hurt, because we were pieces of him
he wallowed in pity and whithered away
finally deciding "I cannot be alone"
which was odd, becase we never thought he had been
see spot run?
no, but I sure saw those two.
she boxed up her ring
and renounced her title
and I just winced as she abdicated her role
he said "I quit"
and signed his life away
rejoicing when the world let him forget her
which hurt, because we were pieces of her
and all we could do was flap our arms
and scream real loud "Hey, what about us?"
fortunately, I'll never have to ask
"what can I do to make you leave me?"
unfortunately, neither with you
someone wise once said
"two wrongs don't make a right"
and that hurts
because, okay, then what am I?
once, when I had wings
I let the world call me an angel
but I grew sick of that and chopped them off
(for peace of mind)
because, no, two wrongs don't make a right
never.
this is my shame, watch me embrace it.
see spot run?
no, but I'll catch on soon.