Let us tell a tale, so true to my heart
It would be a difficult thing to try and pick up from the start
How does one find perfection from the beginning
Surely the queen we speak of has found it in winning
Wining in the gamble of this thing called life
Dealing a good hand without much strife
Let's get to her tale and not ramble anymore
You'll be in awe of what we have in store
A glorious woman with a warm smile
Who makes you want to sit and talk for a while
Talk about her great things that make her perfect
Talk about the many parts that make her worth it
Worth hugging and kissing and worth all love
An angel, a blessing send from above
Her kindness extents to all big and small
To the things that walk and to the things that crawl
Children all run and flock to her feet
They listen to mother goose as she gives them a treat
Her treat is her wisdom disguised as a tale
To keep the attention of the little girls and males
Her heart is like sugar, always so sweet
The cinnamon flavored goodness on every tongue she greets
Her eyes like drops of chocolate, rich to the core
One taste of her glance and you'll keep wanting more
She's irredecent, much like the stars
But even their glow could never reach as far
When she laughs all the worlds ears are tickled
The thunder of her hysterics could make the rain no longer trickle
Though she is an angel and to be shared with the world
I am a wanton so selfish, who's mind has been whirled
"She belongs to me" I say waving my pride in the faces of spectators
No one could take her away. No tyrants or even dictators
She is the love of my life and my giver of breath
She will always be first until time shows me death
But even then, when I reach heaven's gate
I would know too well that the hour is late
She belongs with the gods, singing in the garden
Not with an unworthy soul, so I'll ask for pardon
Pardon from my selfish thoughts of keeping her with me
The goddess of beauty deserves to be free
But that time has not come and she is still here
We will raise a glass to the queen and cheer
Long live the greatness of your reign
Let the world be flowered by your wondrous rain
Long live your beauty and poise and grace
May the world come to know the beauty of your face
This is our tale, to the one we hold dear
We hope the goddess will always be celebrated year after year
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Idk what this is....I wrote it, I like it, it's staying.
I feel like shit and I'm going to bed
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Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl
Aktuelle LiteraturThese are a collection of short stories, poems, monologues and whatever else I like that have been trapped in my head for a while. Xoxo