one thing that will always be left unsaid, You will always be on my mind. the names you called me. they will be long forgotten. your stares. will be forever lost. I can manage the whole world with the tip of my finger, yet you control me over one touch. everyone can easily drool at the sight of me, if I let them. yet I can drown at your stare. so how? how does the peasant rule over such a knee-dropping queen?
What is your secret? (I don't actually think I'm better than everyone else)