There are night's Queen
where I'd go to the kitchen
Just to use your favourite frying pan
and pat your lovely kitten
There are days Queen
where I'd go to your room
Just to steal your shirt
your comb
and your favourite skirt
Not to wear it
Or use it
To keep it
And inhale it
Told daddy I'd stop
He even took me to therapy
because it made him unhappy
but I don't care about daddy
or anybody sadly
I even reminded me once
to not talk of your good voice
to not think of your deadly choice
that I told daddy I'd stop
told Freddy I wouldn't relapse
and sissy I'd eat
but here I go again
writing about you
crying over you
bleeding over you
I love you Queen
I love you .
and there's nothing daddy can do .
YOU ARE READING
queen. |✓|
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...
