User:Kaizoku-Hime

♡ Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then, Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when, I was in his bed, and my father had sold me, I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and, When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded. And when I am buried at least I was married. I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior.

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear, What beautiful dresses and hair. I'm lucky to share his bed, Especially since I'll soon be dead.

Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours, Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers. Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh, So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable, My life is arranged but this union's deranged. So I'll f*** who I choose for I've nothing to lose, And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again.

Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear, What beautiful dresses and hair. I'm lucky to share his bed, Especially since I'll soon be dead.

When dining on pea-cock I know I won't swallow, Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow. We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger, Or at least until husband finds someone younger. Yes, fertilization is part of my station, I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation. Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers, But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's!

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear, What beautiful dresses and hair. I'm lucky to share his bed , Especially since I'll soon be dead. What beautiful things I'll wear, What beautiful dresses and hair. I'm lucky to share his bed, So why do I wish I was... ♡