My sun,
My stars,
My cliched happy ending all in all
It still haunts me you could love her,
But I think it isn't so
She dug her own grave-
Threw herself in in a grief-fueled rage
Pride goeth before the fall,
Her undoing is clear
I'm happy to capitalize on the mistakes made,
But only because she stole from me a year with
My sun,
My stars,
My cliched happy ending after all