She stood back up tall,
spine straight upright
she wiped her tears and
cleaned the mess her mascara made,
She decided.
That she deserved better.
that her worth was more.
much more than anyone could ever think.
could ever afford.
She was done crying.
no more hiding who she was.
She was perfect.
Maybe not enough.
But she was perfect enough just for her
others didn't matter.
not anymore.
She needed not a king to rule,
to hold her through,
or her kingdom ruled
Because she realised.
that blinded all this while,
she was a Queen.
from the start,
for whom
on their knees,
was every King
and their kingdoms prince.
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
