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Raven Blue Sep 2020
Just let your tears fall down;
And infused the warmth,
Into the prison in your heart.
Free yourself and never drown.
Påłpëbŕå Sep 2020
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c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en,
t h e   k i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den;  
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  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my queen,
depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Love is a tragedy!
Sink
Drown
Steal my
Crown
Ocean
Wave
No one to
Save
Deep
Down
I am
Underground
Pearl
Shore
I am
No more
Kara Shirlene Aug 2020
Women were made to roar.
So don't tell us to calm down.
We'll shake and howl,
And then stand proud
As we fix each other's crowns.

Women were made to speak.
So don't silence us when we scream.
We'll stomp and rave,
And then release
The lioness within- Strong & Brave.

Women were made to lead.
So don't pretend we won't.
We'll rise and march,
And carry on fiercely,
Every sister rooted in her strength.

Women were made to bleed.
So don't act like we are weak.
We'll shed our skin,
And be renewed,
Ready to roar again.
©KSS 4/2020
Natalija Aug 2020
Slow down
Not so far
Get out of the car
And give me back
My crown
Vanessa Goyal Aug 2020
Loving you turned cold.
Wicked smile and glistening eyes,
Held the essence of the sunlight,
That beamed upon my heart.
Adventure through the winds that crossed our path,
Sparked the wildfire of my days,
And my slumber under the moon.  
A perfect picture of the crown I once wore,
Shattered under the glassed face,
Decorated with the mark of love,
Only behind the eyes carved into stone.
Darkness brings the hollow sound of the siren,
The faded scent of the candle,
That once burned bright between us.
Days slip by as our journeys untangle,
Mine tarnished, but yours forgotten,
Leeeena Aug 2020
what a sight it was
to see Death in the field
scrutinizing the daisies and
inspecting springtime's yield.

what a sight it was
to see him stoop down low.
to make a crown of flowers
which then he did bestow.

what a sight it was
to see him hold the hand
of the brightest, kindest, fairest maid
in all this forsaken land.

what a sight it was
to see him lay that crown
upon the hair of gold
so long it brushed the ground.

what a sight it was
to see her smile at him
to see the fairest Locks of Gold
smile at the Reaper Grimm.
Sreeyaa May 2020
My traitorous heartbeat,
just won't slow down,
tryin' to be discreet ,
with my fallen crown.
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