𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Poem #23

You went off to me

and I went off to you.

You slowly reached out your hand to me

and slowly bowed down your head to thee.

It was as if I'm someone whom you treated as a lady entitled to be Your Majesty.

So, I turned red and flee

for I don't know what might happen next if I stayed longer than I should be.

I ran faster so I can hide my prosperity

from you, oh dear, I want you feel my loyalty.

Then, I smiled and smiled until my face twirled sore,

for honestly, I want to endlessly feel this until my soul felt bore.