He wants to be my knight. I have noticed his random displays of might. He gazes at me seductively whenever I’m in sight, but all I can predict is a sorry plight. How can you be the one that I’d keep warm at night if you don’t think everyone should be treated right?
You let me listen to your heartbeat, but I didn’t hear my name. You don’t like to listen to mine because you know it’s not the same.
I have fallen for you,
but how can you rescue me if you keep pretending I’m not here? I daydream about us two, but how can these things come to pass if you don’t draw me near?
Why do you call me ” my dear”? Why do you even dare? You make me believe our destination is near, on this smooth path that leads nowhere. Why do you look into my eyes? And ask for more of my rice? Why do you bend the knee if you have no desire to make me your queen?
Why do you make me come if you don’t want me to stay? Why did you build me this home in order to send me away? My nipples get hard when I think of you; you should have left me dead if I’m not the one you want to wed. I don’t know what to do; how do I just let you go if “us” grew long ago?
Why do you make me come if you don’t want me to stay? Why did you build me this home in order to send me away? I daydreamed a lot about us two; you should have left me dead if I’m not the one you want to wed. I don’t know what to do; how do I just let you go if “us” grew long ago?
Death didn’t spare my previous knight on his way to meet me, so he became death. He died; he was dead inside. He broke hearts and ripped souls, but I welcomed him with open arms. Totally rejecting the idea that he was completely dead, I tried to fix his wounds. He snatched my heart and broke it in six, and I let myself die the 6th time.
Look, I am very quickly becoming death; so, find another queen. My flowers are not yours to wet; my heart’s not yours to win.
Note: Your knight was/is not Death, queen; your real knight will come!