His City
He left me for a foreign girl,
talented, smart, and pretty.
I remembered when he wanted to twirl
me around his city.
His city was big, beautiful, and bright,
but at night his city had no lights.
The music was loud, but sounded with pity,
when I was inside the walls of his city.
It used to be me, just him and I,
but now his city sees a different sky.
I’d always prayed that he’d send out a knight
to bring me back so we’d make it alright.
I see clearly now that it was always me,
preventing his city from what it could be.
I hope at least now it’s much more pretty,
without me there, inside of his city.
