Maids see it all
But they hardly ever tell Well... Occasionally one might sell A juicy story About you in naked glory To add to your fame And your shame It's all part of the game Who can blame The person who buffs And fluffs Your stuff On minimum wage For making some cash As you hit the front page!
one day I found a ship
a wreck on the ground of the sea within I found a chest I decided to take it with me it had a name written on it letters I could barely see as I found her she looked at me she was finally free humming a melody "my husband was a sailor, he left me for the sea and when he left he took my heart but you returned it to me"
all those years he treasured her heart in that chest
and when he fell he took it with him to the ground of the sea
I have visited the land of over the moon happy
Where my tears created silent rivers Being an ethnic woman The exotic figure of many dreams Feels like popping the champagne And having to clean up the mess afterwards I am both the star and the maid at the same time
She walks the castle walls at night, with a rose held fast in her fingers, the mist rolls away across the land, the memory of her lover still lingers. Cold flagstones beneath her slippered feet hold the histories of the aeons tight. Old battles, wars, and terrifying sieges, ghosts of ancient warriors wail in the night. And still she clutches his parting gift, she wears the bond burden of his ring, his love weighs upon her broken heart, tears flow free with a melancholic sting. They fall upon the stones and disappear, additions to the heavy tomes of history, little gems writing sadness in a story, as she stares into the distance so wistfully. © Pagan Paul (10/02/18)