Let Troy Burn

Sad lover

I'm not Paris,

But wanted to be,

Now I realise how wrong I was,

Thinking like this!

 

Helen's a mirage and always will be,

It’s time I got conscious,

And should keep up distance,  

Even if I stay amid the turbulent sea.

 

Fly! You're free ‘my angel’,

Don’t ever need to hear my heart’s bell.

Author's Note

In the title, Troy indicates the lover's heart.