Deep into the crevices of my taunted heart
Fill me with lies drenched in the scent of love
The misery beneath your deep red lips
Is a mystery we all yearn to solve
Tell me that you love me
Let me know that you will always care
Whisper something romantic
Your lies feed the sweet silent anguish I bear
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
Very few princesses grow to become queens
"Theres something about you."
That's what my father always told me.
Not all queens are crowned
An innate monarchical spirit dwells within them
They can never step down
I've always seen myself as just piece of the earth
But as I've grown, I've learned to appreciate
All that I am for my true worth
I've come to see that life is self is filled with reflection
So many imperfect wonders
Yet we aim for the idea of utter perfection
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC