She never wore nylons,
preferred stockings instead.
Her hair
coloured blue and her
lips violent red.
She said it's the new thing
this queen's for a fit king
I never said anything.
And time only told when
she got very old and
the lines that were drawn out
and borne out
in her fragility.
She mentioned me once
in an ambulance,
'Save me'
but she never gave me
a look when she looked
like a princess.
it's how we look at and take it
that we manage to make it
and the ones who can fake it
seem to go far.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
She never wore nylons,
preferred stockings instead.
Her hair
coloured blue and her
lips violent red.
She said it's the new thing
this queen's for a fit king
I never said anything.
And time only told when
she got very old and
the lines that were drawn out
and borne out
in her fragility.
She mentioned me once
in an ambulance,
'Save me'
but she never gave me
a look when she looked
like a princess.
it's how we look at and take it
that we manage to make it
and the ones who can fake it
seem to go far.
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