Dec 2020
An empty crown
Stands on my head
And a young girl
With big dreams
And cocky smile
Looks up at me
yet my crown is cracking
hollow as my mind
as i whisper
"Im sorry I couldn't make it"
Stands on my head
And a young girl
With big dreams
And cocky smile
Looks up at me
yet my crown is cracking
hollow as my mind
as i whisper
"Im sorry I couldn't make it"
The use, or lack thereof, of capital letters is an artistic choice. After all poetry is as sensible and malleable as clay.
