Tarry
I don't appreciate glimpses making sure I remain exhausted under your surly rule.
If I were a princess I'd find the orneriest knight with the brassiest balls
to extort you into relinquishing this perturbing hold on my heart.
How many seasons have I sewen my lips shut with liquid stitches
tasting my own bitter flavor of loneliness?
I don't appreciate titters about my deadpan view,
smirking when I whisper claims into an ear that bends like a crooked river flowing uphill.
Day number 5,475...
I fucking hate this unappreciative knight.
Joy4no1
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