I bestow thousands of gold
Upon those very eyes
Treat me like your king
You will have your prize
Worship me and pray
Emeralds – you will get
Treat me like scruff
Give you the threat
Dirt and mud – you throw upon
My holy chamber – you will be fawn
Hold out your hands – bow down your head
Give me your praise – have no dread
And, alas, you treat me good
Should've distrust, I be no-good
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We were too close to the stars~
PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
