My baby was royalty. He wore the universe on his head like a crown, for he ruled it.
His crown had rotating planets and shimmering stars placed as jewels upon it. Rings like those of Saturn as it's base. It looked magical and out of this world. He walked regally with it above him.
My baby ruled the universe and wore its stars on his head. The universe bent and moved by his command but also held him back.
My baby had shackles of meteors and burning suns holding him from his dreams. For he had power nobody was allowed to possess.
It wasn't his fault he inherited this precious gift of power. He never asked for it.
I found it so unfair how my baby was held back, so I freed him.
My baby, my space boy, ruled the universe and wore it on his head. A crown of planets and stars. He was the controller of the world which no longer imprisoned him.
My baby was the universe's space prince. My space prince.
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PoetryThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
