My princess,
I cannot save the walls of your kingdom which crumble,
Nor be the valiant knight to save your ruin,
Crippled by this shame,
Overthrown by guilt,
I couldn't be enough,
I do not wish to stand at your tomb,
And read the lyrics which you wrote,
Unknown to you, I knew the melody,
Lullaby that slowly breaks my heart,
As I stand alone, weeping at your grave,
You were known, you did exist,
But she took you from me so callously,
And I hate to admit, she whispers to me,
How could you leave me ?
When I needed you more than ever,
A single rose wrapped in ribbon,
Beaded strength decorating this token,
A purple heart I cling to now,
It's the only thing I have left isn't it ?
I couldn't defend you though I stood beside you,
I couldn't lower my weapon to let in the cure,
I couldn't stand tall and banish perfect intentions,
Did I lead you to your grisly demise ?
It wasn't the car that killed her,
But the shock on a weakened heart,
Had your body had enough of the torment,
Was this it's final pay back, I give up,
Not willing to fight for its keeper,
Who cold heartedly destroyed it,
I wonder, as I lay beside you in the dirt,
Are you thin enough now ?
Dirt submerged your porcelain,
Maggots feasting on the scraps of flesh,
Ana left behind for us,
I remember when you lost your smile,
More so, I recall the day I stopped,
In a manner of defeat, you win,
Is that what you want to hear ?
Your better than me, I can't do any better,
You'll never see me my friend,
Just look at me, a shadow of myself,
your death saved ME
No my friend,
Your death made me.
I want to thank you dear,
For giving me this body,
The guilt I have to live with everyday,
To answer the question,
where did I go wrong ?'
Why couldn't I save you,
I am getting colder now,
Why did you have to go away,
I needed you,
Why wasn't I there,
To see you home,
When will this shame give me peace,
When will I know, you forgive me.
Did I not love you enough ?
Did I not something more ?
Or do something less ?
Was I suppose to say something,
Or was I suppose to be someone,
What was it I was suppose to admit,
Was I suppose to hang up my sickness,
To concentrate on yours ?
Were the signs so clear to see,
That I was too blind to,
Did you mean to die ?
Is this your payback or vengeance,
Did you mean to leave me ?
With the thought, you never loved me,
Do you know what you have left ?
A mirror, white rimmed mirror,
Hangs on my wall,
Each morning I awake,
I ask her, are you there ?
And each time I wait for the answer,
Nothing ever replies.
