Poems of Me

The Heir

16/12/13

Screaming your name

Loud and clear

Save you again

You can't hear

Needed no release

I'm free, so free

From this daydream

No need to plea

Running through the meadow

Wind through my hair

Birds go chirping "'hello!"

All around me and my heir

Sitting on my royal throne

Diamonds and gold

I am adorned

Trying to fit in this perfect mould

Wounded, but I'm not backing down

I'm going to fight harder than before

Alluded, by the smile disguised as a frown

You're going to try harder to get what's in store