The sunrise was singing
as I rose from bed
The sweetest of melodies
played in my head

Harmonies floated
so soft on the air
Apricot skies
on this morning did share

Then when you kissed me
I found it was clear
It was not the sun
on this morning I hear

This wonderful tune
that sang down from above
Was the perfect sound
of our beautiful love

If I gave you my heart on a big silver platter
would you sit with me here at the edge of the moon
Arranging the stars in a musical pattern
singing along as they whistle their tune

Then could we climb up a peppermint tower
counting each stripe that we touched as we rose
Looking out over the valley in slumber
trying to guess the sweet dreams that they chose

Maybe then sail on an ocean of petals
riding each wave made of marigold leaves
Dropping our anchor just next to the garden
tied to a web that an old spider weaves

Or we might pick up a brush filled with laughter
painting a kite on the chuckling skies
Run with the string as a masterpiece follows
chasing a tail laced with blue butterflies

Kiss in a rainstorm of umbrella whispers
splashing in puddles reflecting your smile
Wake up the sun as it snoozes till lunchtime
rest in the shade holding hands for a while

If I gave you my heart on a big silver platter
showing you life is a beautiful view
Promising all you could ever imagine
would you give me your heart on a big silver platter… too

Thinking.
Sitting.
With my hand on my right cheek.
With my feet on a freak.

Queen.
Unforeseen.
Feeling alone and ice cold.
On the uncomfortable throne.

Waiting.
Suffocating.
The one I can call king.
The loneliness inside.

Seeing.
Hearing.
Suffering of my people.
Screams in fear of the lethal pain.

Feeling
Kneeling.
The smooth and soft skin.
Under the mighty crown.

Sleeping.
Keeping.
With pain and fear.
The stone I call a heart.

Torturing.
Smiling.
Until death ends it all.
When causing agony.

Vessel
Devil.
Of my victims tears.
They call me the Queen with the black crown.