The wounded lover

 for too often; do i sit on thy thrown

often unheard and all alone

you would think someone like I

could get all he wants;

 

from a circus show to cold chicken pie;

yet, what pain do strike my chest

3 cm down, below my breast;

the heartache of a wounded lover

the medusa; a clever, clever

 

Hands comfort my face; I frown

as I no longer where this crown;

for now I am nothing but a has-been four leaf clover

for now, I am just a wounded lover

 

for too long; do I sit on this thrown

often unheard and all alone;

often unheard and all alone;