I made you a queen
You never wanted it
I saw you again
playing with the dogs
I took you back
Remove the fleas, ticks
And washed you clean
I elevated you to the
Seventh star
Adorned you with more
Ornament made of gold
And diamond
Now, you are in the mud
Playing with pigs
I'm striping off your crown
For people to see your shame
And will give your honor to
Someone who will respect it
And not you again.
enjoyable read, love the chances taken even knowing of the abuse of that chance a respectable end great write
Fine one. thanks. i invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
greatly written. I like how u explain the aspects of it.