Apollo est cor meum confractus
He’s full to the brim with fabulous ideas,
He’ll inspire you to write a thousand arias,
But he’s less reliable than an autumn day,
As he’s been known to ghost you to get his way.
And if that doesn’t work, he’ll throw a strop,
He’ll shout you down and just won’t stop,
But he has a smile that will break your heart,
When he shines it on you, it’ll tear you apart.
The joy in his soul bursts through his eyes,
To be his focus is the ultimate prize,
But he’ll shut you down without any discussion,
He’ll crush your opinion with hostile suppression.
It’s an endless battle to have a voice,
When his ideas are the only choice,
But he has my heart and I can’t get it back,
And I really don’t know if I can survive this craic.
Warrior Princess
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