A/N
I own nothing,
but a rhyme or two.
I don't earn money,
I write for myself
and, dear reader,
You.
She's too good for him.
Her smile, her eyes,
Her hair,
The way she flies
Through the air
From the swing.
It makes a heart sing.
He tears it apart.
She's too good for him.
It's even a sin
To look at him.
Sullen, dark.
Not even a spark
Of life in his eyes.
That boy will soon
Face his demise.
She's too good for him.
Why does she even bother
Talking to him,
Laughing,
Holding hands?
How can she,
With all her beauty,
Have him as a friend?
She's too good for him.
He hides behind his hair
Like it's the curtain.
She likes the nature.
He hates the fresh air,
prefering the dungeons.
It's only the matter of time
When their friendship will end.
She's too good for him.
That's why she left.
He said something
He never should've said.
They warned her of him,
But she never listened,
Now it seems like she
Doesn't even miss him.
She was too good for him.
He begged for her life,
He begged the Death to spare her.
He failed, so he decided to lie,
To at least protect
What she has left
In this world.
He knew he was going to die.
She wasn't too good for him.
They were brilliant, smart,
But there was one word
That tore them apart.
Not a flicker of forgivness
From her, she never
Talked to him again.
Yet he loved her forever.
He was too good for her.
He deserved forgivness
From her lips.
Now he's a war hero,
Dead and gone.
If the others knew that before,
They wouldn't say
He was too evil, too cold...
...too good for her.