I always want everything back.

Poor sweet fragile child
queen to some
but you too break
ice is not glass
your determination burned it down,
the kingdom you loved so
just wreckage and waste
no use loving the dead, little one
they don't feel, not even for you
smile now
dance, twirl
you spoke of the end, my friend
you spoke of spring and nights burning with stars
what did you mean?
rather, what did you dream?