She’s a distant queen with a gazing stare of ice
And if you FALL in love with her she’ll MAKE you pay the price
Not forgotten but yet so lonely she RAGES all alone
And you’re to SIT and WONDER if this ever was her home
It seems to me she DANCES with kings of another realm
And her memories are like photos that seem to OVERWHELM
She TOUCHED my heart then SOLD my soul for nothing more than
dust
And LEFT me with a gaping wound…I CALL it broken trust
Now queens are nothing more than accessories to a thrown
We FIGHT their wars to KEEP them safe but still they’re made of
stone
But me I RULE in silence and sound because of mind
I TURN and WALK away from her and all she was; is left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey wee Man, where are you Athena n I at Grand hotel waiting for you xxx