Kings are powerful, strong, and sad.
They dream, preach,
Hurt, cry,
Die, fly,
Buy things they cant afford.
dream of impossible things,
hurt you hurt me.
They are spoiled,
Un raised.
Handed life they aren't ready for.
They fake they take,
But we are striving, diving,
we are the first to burst, the change feels lost,
Living in hate, date, date, we wait for the fate of the future to help us,
to run, to fly, to leave them behind,
kings kings they are both good and bad, they fight, right and wrong,
we scream we only dream to have are own lives.
- Author: _hella_darling_ ( Offline)
- Published: May 20th, 2018 23:52
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments1
Thank Goodness there are Queens!
We more than balance those kings!
Nice tell in your poem
MLH
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