Confessions of a Scarred Prince
I hate how beautiful you are
How my fire barely compares
To the passion you harbor.
And when I burn, you only smolder,
A gentle flame in the curve of
Your green colored eye.
What could I possibly offer
To the alter of your soul
That would satisfy?
I deal in scars and demons
That haunt my waking hours.
And you seem my solace in
This solitary steel cage.
But if you don't return the
Affection I have, it's a life I can
Live with.
You owe me nothing.
This is the only kind of love
that I have ever known
to exist in this world