Sore In Love

I watch myself
Slowly, like some doomsday clock
Helpless and hopeless
Betraying my love
For a few tiny words

So low,
I crawl at the feet of a Queen
Who is neither a Queen
Nor fit to be one

I am small and insignificant
Looking for love 
Always and ever
Until all the cracks
Have formed
And the new Ice Age is upon us

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