The queen.
So loyal.
But is she happy?
She sits in her throne.
But in her room she weeps.
She weeps her sins.
It bares on her shoulders.
Weighing her down.
Is it fear?
Maybe its the red in her eyes.
Is it sadness?
Maybe its the gray tone she carries around her.
Blue?
A color of emotional. It's the color of an sky, happy, sad, and angry.
Her hands touch her hem of her dress.
An secret as clothes lays around her room.
Not her clothes but from another.
With a sin barring on her heart walls.
She gets worshipped.
But by who?
Not just her subjects. No.
by her secret lover.
An lover that hides.
They'll shine bright.
So golden.
Just tell me a sin.
But if the impact is to hard.
They might have to flee.
Just tell me a sin.
I'll worship you.
Just tell me a sin.
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clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
