Once before in a time that does not exist
A Queen sat alone on a throne and began to reminisce
She pondered old smiles
And reviewed dead feelings
She recalled dreams of aisles
And words of romantic dealings
Drowning in her tear ducts
She silences and closely listens to what her heart conducts
A melody of pity
A symphony of sorrow
Something mean yet something wity
Something that won’t be gone tomorrow
Who do I blame for such pain?
The Queen asks herself in despair as her face creates rain
Is it the names that passed?
Or previous courtships?
Is it the faces I saw last?
Or the long ago warships?
The Queen lifted a weak hand to her chest
She broke through her brittle flesh to make a mess only the bloodiest
In her hands lie her heart
Completely in half
Like a piece of surreal art
But on whose behalf?
“It’s nobody's fault Love”
A voice whispered within her that came from above
“It’s something only you can undo
You aren't very smart
I am sorry to inform you
You’ve broken your own heart”
She threw her heart in rage
Then arose from her throne screaming in her own emotional engage
It shattered on the wall
In the most dramatic way
the Queen now no more than a doll
In the silent, she lays forever throughout every day
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