They called me a queen
An empowered woman
Dusted with pale powder
Cheeks stained with crimson rouge
They called me a woman
with the ability to make men melt
A burning drop of wax
Spilling down a candle's side
I wish I could be such a creature
That inspires passion
Amid a barren landscape
With little water
Nor sun
Take me upon yourself
Embrace the dirt in my nails
Clutch my greasy curls
And tell me
I am that woman
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
They called me a queen
An empowered woman
Dusted with pale powder
Cheeks stained with crimson rouge
They called me a woman
with the ability to make men melt
A burning drop of wax
Spilling down a candle's side
I wish I could be such a creature
That inspires passion
Amid a barren landscape
With little water
Nor sun
Take me upon yourself
Embrace the dirt in my nails
Clutch my greasy curls
And tell me
I am that woman
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