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Peasant

by HotTea

The sun has barely risen. The birds; already signing. Today is the day I must forget the fact that you've been missing. I am the queen, I do this on my own. Never will a peasant tread near my royal throne. My princess lost her father, but he would never lose his daughter. We share an unbreakable bond, yours was temporary and weak like solder. You melt away, never to be seen, When the temperature rises; we could never be a team. Send me the blacksmith, a real, strong man. One who's not afraid to burn his hands.   Surely he'd know, I can heal his wounds. How would you though? You left so soon. To you, the queen will always be Mother. You have no need for me, a more than significant other. Today is the day I let it all go. You'll never forget, that this is my show.
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HotTea
26 / F / Canada
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Written by
HotTea
26 / F / Canada
Published
Aug 12, 2018
Time
1m
Tags
#singing#queen#princess#unbreakable#temporary#blacksmith#heal#wounds#significant#forget
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