~If love's a game... I think I've lost.
For a charlatan lover I've paid the cost.
The petals of a dying rose,
Budding hearts become crushed when anything goes.
Say you'll remember me someday,
When you look back on the dreams you stole away.
I'll keep my chin and pride held high,
If it will somehow lessen the tears I cry.
From now on I'm watching my back,
To see if your shadow still lurks to attack.
Forget what they said about me:
If the fools had a ruler, I'd be a queen.
This night was perfect for lovers...
But it's perfect now for the girl who suffers.~
For a charlatan lover I've paid the cost.
The petals of a dying rose,
Budding hearts become crushed when anything goes.
Say you'll remember me someday,
When you look back on the dreams you stole away.
I'll keep my chin and pride held high,
If it will somehow lessen the tears I cry.
From now on I'm watching my back,
To see if your shadow still lurks to attack.
Forget what they said about me:
If the fools had a ruler, I'd be a queen.
This night was perfect for lovers...
But it's perfect now for the girl who suffers.~
Whoo! This was fun to make! The sketch I made for this was haunting me all week and now I've finally gotten it off my chest!
I absolutely love victorian era stuff, ESPECIALLY the romance! So I imagined a story where the girl gets jilted and learns a lesson about falling for charming appearances. And the last letter she ever gets from him is at a ball, where outside he drops it from a balcony only to turn away and never be seen from again. ... I need to get some happy shots. 
The poem is all mine, if you feel so moved please like this picture! If you feel even more moved please comment!
