Hail to my King
but only I bow the lowest.
Only is it, I, that bows the longest
and with all my faith, loyalty and love.
What do I get in return?
Maybe, perhaps, on his good days
a look of acknowledgment
for all my time of dedication.
Hail to my King
his brilliance will cast you under
his smile will have you hypnotized.
Alas, I still wait
pray
beg
for his attention.
Up there he stands
on the pedestal I made for him.
Basking in the glory I shower him with,
he has no idea.
Hail to my King
No. actually, don't.
He is my King.
My King with no crown
he is ordinary, like you and me.
Do not hail my King
he will love you, he will steal your heart.
Then, he will hurt you, ruthlessly.
Unknowingly.
And that, there...is the worst pain
and still I hail him.
I hail My King
with all my faith, loyalty and love.
Hail to my King
and to him I shall return.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Hail to my King
but only I bow the lowest.
Only is it, I, that bows the longest
and with all my faith, loyalty and love.
What do I get in return?
Maybe, perhaps, on his good days
a look of acknowledgment
for all my time of dedication.
Hail to my King
his brilliance will cast you under
his smile will have you hypnotized.
Alas, I still wait
pray
beg
for his attention.
Up there he stands
on the pedestal I made for him.
Basking in the glory I shower him with,
he has no idea.
Hail to my King
No. actually, don't.
He is my King.
My King with no crown
he is ordinary, like you and me.
Do not hail my King
he will love you, he will steal your heart.
Then, he will hurt you, ruthlessly.
Unknowingly.
And that, there...is the worst pain
and still I hail him.
I hail My King
with all my faith, loyalty and love.
Hail to my King
and to him I shall return.
This poem is dedicated "To My King" the apple of my eye.
