"I was wearing a dark blue skirt
And a feathered top
With six inch heels
And my Louis Vuitton
There was a black leather belt
Wrapped around my waist
It had big gem stones on it
And in small script the words
Queen of mistakes
As I stood on the street
Waiting for my man
Who was six feet tall
And handsome as hell
I watched his motorcycle stop
Around the curb
And I almost yelled
"Baby I'm right here-"
But swallowed my words
There was a pretty little lady
Full of life and pride
Who came running down the street
She was wearing black leather jeans
She ran up to him
And kissed both his cheeks
And then she landed one
Straight on his lips
At this point tears were
Streaming down my face
I let myself fall because I'd forgotten
That I am the Queen of Mistakes
And that's always been my job
And I wish I could change
But we need permission
From our hearts
And mines is broken, dead and gone
It lies in the pile
With all of my mistakes
Like that one time my father
Wanted me dead
And both of my parents claimed that
I was the biggest mistake
They had ever had
And the second time it happened
Was when my best friend
Spread all my secrets
For five cents a piece
Like I was some sort of vault
And she had the key
I am the Queen of Mistakes
That's who I am
I realized that
When I pulled out a gun from my bag
And pulled the trigger and the
Bullet shot straight through my chest."
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PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
