He gave me a crown
And made me his queen
He bows down
Not knowing where I've been
He treated me like royalty,
And made me feel special
Calling me names that I can only dream.
But is my heart still in denial?
But all fairytales come to an end.
And we both went our separate ways.
No more calling me queen of anything,
But I still kept the crown he gave, on my highest shelf.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
