You don't know how it feels like,
to revolve around with shimmering stars hanging from your waist.
The center of universe? more like
a pretty doll dancing around in grace.
That there are numerous alphas wanting a bite,
glorious and powerful- all for my taste,
as they leave me on the dusty shelf;
a trophy never fazed.
You don't know how it feels like,
to be the one always on the chase;
so threatening a love can be-
that you can never bare face.
That the stars in your eyes,
are snatched and laced-
with a nuit blanche in fright,
of you getting embraced.
You don't know how it feels like,
to be someone's prettiest star in the bays
where there are thousands of more shining;
beauty spoilt by a race.
Like a beautiful sunset shut,
tied by ocean's chains-
the lullabies halted, for it to be awake,
till the dark circles dull all the praise.
You don't know how it feels like,
because if you did, you'll have the same stains
that I have; after all I'm a marionette,
with only fragile strings as my brace.
So don't let my smile fool you,
it's like the soft grass for all deer to graze-
keeping them distracted
from the storm yet to showcase.
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A U T H O R' S N O T E
Nobility is expensive- way too expensive.