i am powerful and wicked
i strike men down with a sharp tongue
and harsh eyes
but you-
you leave me feeling
like a grain of sand in a dust storm
and i forget myself-
i forget
that i am the ruler
of my own feral heart
that you should be only a laborer…
but you’re more than that-
you’re ethereal
and what is a queen like me
to the deity that you are?
the angels in your eyes
and the gospels on your lips.
what is a ruler over men
to one who serves gods?
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
i am powerful and wicked
i strike men down with a sharp tongue
and harsh eyes
but you-
you leave me feeling
like a grain of sand in a dust storm
and i forget myself-
i forget
that i am the ruler
of my own feral heart
that you should be only a laborer…
but you’re more than that-
you’re ethereal
and what is a queen like me
to the deity that you are?
the angels in your eyes
and the gospels on your lips.
what is a ruler over men
to one who serves gods?
Request permission to use this poem