Princess, Lady Dear, ljóð frá 22. ágúst 2022.

Such a bad year, she is gone,

so I don't know what is really good.

Just the gloomy track of tics,

tired as I look for someone fine.

Thought my past was praised anew,

princess, lady dear!

The life is lying now askew!

Lust will create fear!

Sometimes nowhere seems the mood,

she was just like wine!

 

Tell me that I'm too old now,

titties big to care for and to lust.

Was so happy, how I needed

home and wondrous person with that look.

If I can't win after this

all is lost, you see.

Needed such a nymph, a kiss,

now I can't be free.

Gold can't turn to devil's dust,

so divine, can't use hook...

 

Was I harsh to wish her gone?

Wus to hesitate, not speak, oh shy.

Couldn't handle beauty bitter,

best to throw away the happiness?

Feel so broken, forlorn girl,

feminist to love?

Things can change in a whiny whirl,

wish I had that dove.

Gone she's now, I get no why

that girl was always fresh.