I’ve sometimes shed tears for love,
As they aren’t the sign of the deserted island,
But a place with all the populace.
I cried when he wasn’t there,
To hold me in my dismay,
When all the people did was play.
With my emotions and sentiments,
In all the untrustworthy moments.
When I was denied being the truthful,
I sobbed when my family stabbed my trust too.
As once I called them my backbone,
Left me when I wanted to stay in the home.
When I thought I am not prepared to battle,
Handling sword-like a rebel.
In the darkest of nights fighting with wolves and knights,
Desolated by the world from years and years,
I was left unoccupied and painted white.
I cried when I won my existence,
From nonentity but the one who wanted me to die,
And when I found he was around.
Watching me conquer my fears,
bearing the pain of my wounds.