The heart of a poet

The Local King

He walks the town in his classy cashmere sweater
Oh how all the girls head over heels about the sweet words he said, every letter
His rich deep voice made every word he said a lullaby, so serene
But all these girls hanging on him are not his queen
He's just dealing cards with all his sweet talk, but he still needs an ace up his sleeve
Out of the corner of his eye away from these girls around him, a flock
What catches his ocean like blue eyes is a girl that's just mediocre
But it was her who he wanted
So different and peculiar
And by her he wasn't praised
"Is this what it's like to feel love?" He asks himself
And forever lived the mediocre girl and the local king
With enough happiness to bring for eternity