Yours forever that I'm
Owner of me
And all that I'll be
Rule this world
My whole being
Rule this little mind
Be the king You always have been
Cause my knees are on the ground
My head bows cut my neck
Separate me from myself
I rise my hand clean them off
You are the king before and after all
YOU ARE READING
The asunder word
PoesiaFinding taste in words that are meant tasteless. Words that hold stories.
