this sunday reminds me about you, Queen. I call you Queen, as in my heart, you reign.
I place you on the top
with that, I hope, the love showered will never stop
but postulate without contemplate you said is waste
you need a man that can make you feel safe
and that day, remember;
we were sitting next to each other.
you, eloquently told me that,
your heart is no longer mine,
(with your longing look to be released)
(as though you were imprisoned or something)
and is occupied with a man that you convinced better,
as the words spat,
sanity lifted from my mind.
and you left me, heading for that guy,
and tears for you, will never dry.