I am no queen
but still,
I'll wear my crown of pain
wrapped with drooping flowers
of sadness
I'll smile while I bleed
Yes, I am no queen
But I am
the queen of my own
madness
YOU ARE READING
Ink and Tears
PoesíaPoems I wrote with a bleeding pen and a bleeding heart. Pages soaked in tears and words I write while being ripped apart.
