How long would love last until you realize that it was all a lie?
How long would you have to endure the hurt until you found that love is all about hurt?
Every step you take is a slow painful cut that he made.
You cried with tears of sorrow but he denies you again and again.
How, I wonder, How did you held on?
Your sisters convicted not only you, but your brother,
Yet you stood firm and spread your wings against their enemies.
How did you do it?
Your heart, innocent and pure.
Fill with lasting love even for those you despise.
At the time when you watch both your enemy and love died right infront of you,
was it then you realise that love you had for him had died?
Of how he betrayed your loyalty and soul,
Of how he murdered your family one by one?
I thus feel pity upon you,
pity that you were trap in a world that was not yours,
to suffer the pain that was not yours,
to cry a river even if its not yours to cry..
How my heart ached for you at that moment..
But you would have to know,
It was your wrongs that led you to those moments.

-wrote this right after I watch 1/4 of the movie of Henry VIII, King of england. I'm writing about Mary Boleyn the Queen's(Anne Boleyn) sister who become Henry's mistress in order to bore him a son because she love the king with all her heart BUT I do not know her much.. cos i only watched 1/4 of the movie.. so I'm writing this base on what I felt at the end of the story >.< -