I am the pretty one
She feels my head with irk
Being his pet she has to learn
I am sure she will blunder when she tries to mimic
For i am she who taught him love's fantasy
And you vanished while i covered his flaws
Even when his voice was never bassy
Even when he was still staggering to make acquaintance with life's laws
I stood by his throne of tin and became his queen
Till now i make his chest vibrate
His love for me does not have to be instigated by how we have been
You can go away flattering yourself and upon my sight hate
I am glad for within him i have nurtured my home
So i can smile because i know his second will be just but a mome
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
I am the pretty one
She feels my head with irk
Being his pet she has to learn
I am sure she will blunder when she tries to mimic
For i am she who taught him love's fantasy
And you vanished while i covered his flaws
Even when his voice was never bassy
Even when he was still staggering to make acquaintance with life's laws
I stood by his throne of tin and became his queen
Till now i make his chest vibrate
His love for me does not have to be instigated by how we have been
You can go away flattering yourself and upon my sight hate
I am glad for within him i have nurtured my home
So i can smile because i know his second will be just but a mome
By Veronicah Orina
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