i put you on a podium,celebrated your investiture,wore your crown of thornsand bled down my face,my tears red, soul dead,i kept wanting this solong after you didn’tthat i missed when youstarted slipping awayand by the time i knewi was losing youit was too late and there’sreally nothing worsethan a missedopportunity © Copyright 2026 Cheney Meaghan Giordano...