I'm a mess left by past lovers,
Cuddling their pains and tears,
Fighting hardly in their war,
leaving my kingdom to shrink.
Nothing is fair when it comes to love and war was their simple promise.
Like every dark clouds, they appear to be the brightness light.
Gifting me the greatest love as token of winning the temporary fix.
Making me trust them but fall at the bottom again later.
And every time the past leaves, I'm found scattered in pieces at my origin.
I'm a queen just not by my title.
I'm a strong woman that learned survival kits at the deepest forest.
My only weapon are my guarded walls and loneliness as best comfort ministers.
Together, I hope to find my ropes again.
