Bleed

She wasn’t pretty but

She was clever and

she was witty - She

Was his second choice 

His second choice 


Her sister so fair 

With locks of golden hair

Caught his eye from the start

And that broke the poor girls heart 


A tenacious girl

living large in her very own world

She thought she ran the court


There was a change

and the church had a new name

His life was a wreck

redemption meant a sword to her neck


But that’s not why she’s dead

He lost his mind so she lost her head


She couldn’t give him his only need

all she did was bleed and bleed 


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