I'm the dreamer,
With my head in the clouds,
Doodling in my notebook.
She's the queen,
With her head held high,
Flirting with the new prince.
I walk down the hall,
Keeping to myself,
Hiding in my oversized hoodie.
She struts down the hall,
Like a supermodel,
Showing whose in charge.
The halls part,
For her and her servants,
People everywhere watch her go,
What they don't know,
Is that they're only pawns,
In this queens game.
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Okay, so I know this is the best poem I've written, but I felt that I needed to write it. I really like this poem though and hope that you do to, it's not like my other ones that's for sure.
Those of you that read my stories, I am so sorry that I haven't uploaded on either of them. Change I am going to take down for now, I lost interest in it for some reason. A Shadowing Secret will be updated before September I believe, I've been having horrible writers block. The only thing I can write is either songs or poems, but they're basically the same thing, except that one has a chorus and the other doesn't.
Live, Laugh, Love,
xoxo
Boston
:D
