Hetalia Crow. 28.
Two years
Since she first laid eyes
On a man of tears
His wings shook
And his face smiled
And she loved him
But he wasn't good enough
The one from the nightmare
Can never be good enough
So she did him a favor
And snuffed out his flame
Of hope as she left
She took her baby and fled
And as she drove away
To her new house
Out in the country
She was alone.