E M E R A L D C R O W N
A emerald crown.
Made for a queen.
Made for a queen that isn't me.
A dress so green.
So green it hurts.
It hurts my heart, oh how it hurts.
Shoes so small,
flecked with gold.
gold so fine, and so old.
A thrown so tall.
Made for a king.
Words of power it does sing.
A kingdom to run.
Someone must you see.
And it look's like it must be me.
YOU ARE READING
Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
