Guest_Dalira Montanti_*
your gentel eyes always glearing at me
my dear even if your daggers are blunt
your words more than make up for it
Being king means you can do whatever you want
even if that means treating people as your play things
There were days when I thaught you loved me
There were days when I thaught you cared
There were days I thaught you hated me
But in the end she was allways there
I can't be your Queen nor misstress
I can't be even a fantasy
All I can see is you and her
the woman with the red hair
shes allways there
her voice so angelic
her eyes light up even the brightest of shadows
she is your lover, your world she is teh reason you wake up in the morning
Me I am just a mage a mage with pointed ears
for now I will just watch and wait
until you see I too am worth a tiny bit of your effection
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