Queens & Kings;

Queens & Kings;

A Poem by C.

2 am, stars in the sky
You kissed me and I felt so high
Laying in the bed of your truck
Thought we had a bit of luck
Thought we'd go farther than we did
But in your heart, you're just a kid

I used to like losing myself in things
'Til I got lost in you and never came home
Thought we'd grow to be queens and kings
But in the end, we all end up alone

2 am, I lay in my bed with you
Damn I was ignorant, I had no clue
Your dark eyes hid what was inside
Didn't know they'd soon make me terrified
Cause I thought we would last
But "us" was already a thing of the past

I used to like losing myself in things
'Til I got lost in you and never came home
Thought we'd grow to be queens and kings
But now we've descended our throne

5 am, can't sleep with you on my mind
You were my home, now a home I can't find
Feeling lost in this sleepy place
Wishing I could erase, forget your face, your embrace
But my heart's edges are still sharp as glass
I'm wondering if this will ever pass

I used to like losing myself in things
'Til I got lost in you and never came home
Thought we'd grow to be queens and kings
But now I know that we just stand alone

© 2014 C.


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I feel like I may be going through this at the moment, and you have captured it perfectly, when you look at someone and you can't see a future without them then suddenly they're slipping away and your future is fading.
Heartbreaking.
Thank you for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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I feel like I may be going through this at the moment, and you have captured it perfectly, when you look at someone and you can't see a future without them then suddenly they're slipping away and your future is fading.
Heartbreaking.
Thank you for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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