Queen of mistakes
Sometimes I wish I was popular
Just so I could complain
About the friends I have near.
But truth be told
I'm not sought after
My talent isn't known
And my looks are mediocre
I don't have a million followers
Nor do I own golden watches
Keep chasing your luxe and pedigree
Sorry, but limos just aren't for me
I'd rather be behind the scene
I'm the queen of mistakes or so it seems
A title no one's proud to be
But it actually fits quite comfortably
My crown is woven from wilted roses
And my kingdom walls are filled with posters
All my subjects are proud losers
So yes I'd rather be down here
Where we all shed ugly tears
Where we're slightly proud of our fears
And our skin never seems to be clear
Than be up there, with the stars
It seems so far to me...
Keep chasing your luxe and pedigree
Sorry, but limos just aren't for me
Icy-temper
YOU ARE READING
you don't deserve a Title
PuisiYou wanted a poem I gave you mine I'm all alone In my own mind. You looked for a poem And you found mine My heart is stone My eyes are crying. You found my poems They aren't just mine You're also alone With a heart that's trying... WARNING :...
