I talk behind your back,
Everyone thinks that's rude,
They dont believe it's true,
When I say I'd say it to you..
So, I walk over,
Tap you on the shoulder.
Feet getting colder?
Nah
I
Just
Don't
Like
You.
Pushing me around
Bringing me down
All you really care about is wearing that crown.
You throw your people to the sea,
Hoping they drown.
While you hop on your boat,
And sleep nice and sound.
You manipulate your king into following,
All your hatred- labeled-peace that you bring.
So now
Can you see
What I say
Doesn't mean a thing.
At least,
Not to a Queen.
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Pocket Book
PoetryA new set of poems. Some are regular poems and others a lyricals. Please leave any suggestions/feedback! Everything is appreciated!!!
