Tension spreads through the air
As I glare at Mrs. Alistair.
My blood runs cold.
As her hand I hold.
She struggles in the 6 inch heels,
While the attention of my man
She steals.
It has been two looong weeks
Since this tramp appeared
And as I fear
To Alistair, she's getting near
And nearer to his heart
Everyday
And I have gotten
Not a glimpse from him.
My heart has already began
To decay
For the pain
Of this
It Cannot bare.
I cannot bare,
Their public love
The kiss on her hand
The caress of her cheek.
It all has made
My love for him weak.
Though she is not as cold
As the broken queen
I fear that my love
Will remain unseen.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poesi~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...
