There's a saying that goes among sailors
‘Never run the ship into irons’
a good sailor wouldn't sail against the wind
and a good human being wouldn't confess without feelings
but oh, you're neither 
you sneaked in through my walls
walked down midway constructed corridors 
like a expert stealer
that you are as for the record
but of my peace 
you acted like an elite in matters of soft love stories 
your charm host parties of chivalry
but you're just a thief
no better than a pawner declared insolvent
you can't resist your devilish glances to the glass tinted sins
to the worldly temptations waiting
you couldn't even pretend to care about the mess you made of me
atleast the lies would act as ointment
you sort out the blueprints of the treason 
then ended up in your signature mask of being
the cold heart killer
It was already too late when the soldiers came dashing to our bedroom
that the king has turned out to be a thief 
but I turned out to be the wrong heir of the throne
when I made sure 
You'd walk out of kingdom doors
unharmed
My king, forgive me