Dear Anne
I just heard the cannons roar
It's the signal you're dead
You're head was separated from your body
I bet you're wondering
As you descend into hell
Do I feel any remorse?
To tell you the truth I don't at all
Im glad you're gone
After the hell you put me through
The hell you put England through
And especially the hell you put Katherine through.
Dear Anne
You are probably scowling at Katherine's name
You don't think she's involved
But you know damn well she is
Because of you I broke her heart
Disregarded her like a dog
Abandoned her and left her to die
She did die, a slow painful death
I must tell you a confession,
That I've been hiding for all these years
Between you and Katherine,
She was the better one to bed.
And I must tell you
Someone else's blood on your hands
My dear friend Thomas Moore
Who I killed defending you.
Dear Anne,
Why did you betray me?
With your petty little lies
Which I was a fool to believe
I gave you everything sweetheart
The throne, our beautiful daughter
My dignity my grace
And of course my love.
Yet after all that you spat on me
Calming you can give me a son
Hell, I don't care about that anymore
Just the lies and the pain is unbearable.
When I found out that day
You seduced other men
I couldn't help but wonder
Did you seduce them like you seduced me?
Dear Anne
Though I am quite infuriated with you
I still smile at the memories
The two of us shared.
Remember when you had that party
And I barged in
Oh your face you thought you were in trouble
But you weren't
We danced a beautiful dance
Then we went to bed
You became violent like a goodess punishing me
And I loved being at your mercy like a slave.
No matter how hard
I try to forget
The memory will still dance
In my foolish head.
Dear Anne
As this chapter in my life
Slowly and shortly comes to a close
There is something I want you to know
As much as I will always love you Anne Boleyn
I will always think you were a bitch.