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Kings and queens
in this world aren't only those
who wear crowns; we can be such
when our eyes are close.
Some can't rule yet,
and they want to feel lucky
'cause they're tired
of how the world can be so tricky.
I was sitting on a throne,
a bigger one than what I usually had.
Dressed in a fancy gown,
a tiara on my head isn't my kind of bad.
Everything's obviously perfect.
Your hands on my waist; we're dancing;
you're leading the steps like an ideal prince
ending her lady's agony by saving.
But what if reality rocks me off
of my bed?
But what if I lose this dream
in my head?
Will I be opening my eyes
and finding myself back in the trenches?
Will there be fulfillment
of our feared and unwanted breaches?
Forgive me--I don't want reality to rock me off
of my bed.
Forgive me--I don't want to lose this dream
in my head.
I don't wanna open my eyes
and find myself back in the trenches...
I don't want fulfillment
of our feared and unwanted breaches...
I'm afraid to forget how to dream.
... not until to leave this dream and to be awake....
I'm afraid to forget these things.
... means happy-ever-after and more dreams to make.
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Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
