Thine innocence of a face that misleads even
The greatest of minds has led me grieving.
The calculated strides of your royal pace
Hath corrupted the very meaningful basis
Of my philosophies and thoughts as a person.
Going back and forth on the decisions made to exist,
The cause for the bewildering which now exists.
Relenting on the steps taken,
To arrive at this point I’m mistaken;
To have placed the basket on a set
Of a certain pedestal to which you let
Words and actions trample on and I bet
You boldly and proudly boast of such stance.
The basket to which holds the hopes and ample
Thoughts encompassed you now mishandle.
To infringe and disrupt the joy of shade
From the scorching sun of persecution, I seek to evade.
In the rebellion of the heart you smoldered,
The act of vengeance now to be delivered
To your doorstep like pizza in winter;
A definite hot meal served so cold hereafter.