Her crown of flowers withered away.
The temples of love down to shades.
The hour was up, but the night was done. Her eyes were glass waters, and her lips were trembled waves.
The pale hands that were hers, shaken with fright.
Her kingdom had fallen, the moon was bright.
Her heart had shattered, the pieces weren't right.
Those she didn't see it coming, it was soon to come.
Though her crown of flowers has withered, she still stands strong.
A broken heart and shattered mind, her Majesty will still live on, with her withered crown of flowers.
YOU ARE READING
The Way I Feel
RandomWords are the only way to express myself. But speaking them to you, is harder than I can bare. This heart of mine aches but this brain of mine can't wait. No more waiting. I'm just sayin'. Get up or get down, I know you'll never be around.
