Memoirs Of A Crying Darling

Lonesome Queen

There is something about the way she speaks. Something special and fine.She owns one of those faces that comprehend anything.Her eyes are superior novels and poetry.She carries within her an aura of innocence. She seems to have passed into a kind of dream world, absolved from the conditions of actuality. She is so much better at being alone.She enkindles in her own living fire. Surrounded by coffee and orchids. She sits like a lonesome queen, almost supernatural in her glowing smiling beauty.