"Give me love all of them"
The heavy queen bomed
As though her voice could reach the relm
A quite needy one I assumed
I remembered she cried once
"Mason don't leave me alone"
Unheard of, her son left the palace
He left his reign just to roam
The queen cries every night
Uses golden dress for tears to wipe
Ain't no pretty sight
Never forget she lives through a pipe
The mad silly queen soon began to criple
To a disease unknown to all
Much to the glee of her battered people
Still a grand funeral was held, she was the Queen of Bitherva after all
05/27/17
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Hurled Thoughts
PoesíaWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
