emily-sun

I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret

I, The Queen

Between the said and unsaid
by choice, choice, and reason
Shouts hide the words true
to provoke, prove, and lesion
You and i, you say, we
we have a plan
Now you're fast forward
and I'm just your had been
I'm left with the pages of me 
grasping to the left words of you
now fading