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You’re all bones and no talk.
All dislocated ribs and shackled thoughts.
Contain them contain them, don’t you dare let them escape.
Hold on to what makes you broken, I’ve heard broken thoughts carry less weight.
So guard your bones that home your soul.
Sharpen your ribs and polish your throne.
Count the minutes and the hours and the seconds as they go.
You can’t expect royalty when you’re six feet below.
I must say that in the course of my life I’ve seen

The battered nature of a Queen,

I witnessed the unrested stress

Placed upon the shoulders of a Princess,

As she slowly absorbs life’s punches

I still see her in the highest of the Duchess,

Encountered that mind of that which might seem crazy

While in all holding up the demeanor of a Lady,

I place myself in the spot for her to see what I can bring

That I carry myself in the presence of a King,

And as I try to rescues her from what makes her tense

I failed attempts of a Kiss so I never turn into her Prince,

As each moment I dreamed of her has only been in fluke

I  can’t find the means to win to become her Duke,

And even through the gifts of attention and being adored

Forgetting that on this land, with love, I'am more than a peasant but a Lord,
Us
There is you,
a marble statue
made to be seen
and not touched.
You,
a towering pillar
standing strong
when I cannot.
And then there is me,
a ball of clay
not yet hardened.
Me,
the flickering flame
caught in your winds.
We are different,
but when our
stars align
and shine just right,
we are beautiful.

— The End —