My queen lifted me up
she left me on the clouds .
My Queen kneaded me like dough
and i let myself go
I left myself open
as I laid on my own
but my Queen went away
she forgot me in the heat
I was burnt and alone
burnt and forgotten
she left me in shrouds.
her memories where my keep
the only treasures that I weep
they glow in me like sunshine
and I embrace them when I sleep
her love was infectious
so beautiful and mystique
but my hate was contagious
and she dawned it on me
my Queen left me on ground
just to walk on my own
but I am a sheep ,
lost not found
I can never move alone
she left me on dirt .
covered me in filth
in an attempt to awake me
and expose this ponderous domain
she left me on dirt .
from the clouds to the floor
like grace to grass
but all this for a visible lesson ?
or to let time surpass .
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Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
