As I stand alone
In this broken home.
As tears refuse to dry
From the broken Queen's eye.
I'm helping her to pack
As in her hand she holds a stack
Of papers
That had declared the end
The end of her marriage
Which she loved .
Beside her, her son
That she bore
At the tender age of 16
She was alone then
Till her knight
In shining armour
Came to calm her.
But now the armour is melted
The shine, no more.
The knight has gave up
On his love for sure.
She doesn't know why
Or where she went wrong
To her it seems
That the love was strong.
That the love will go on
Forever, infinity
But infinity came to an end
On this day.
In her bed she lay
Tears refuse to stray
In this broken home
I stand
As the broken Queen
Departs.
In her hand she holds
The pieces of her broken heart.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
