The Queen's Dagger
The Queen's Dagger Poems
|81.||Thank You, Someone||10/21/2012|
|82.||A Mysterious Gift||1/13/2013|
|90.||Surrender At The Blade||1/21/2013|
|95.||The True Me||6/9/2012|
|96.||Doomed To Myself||6/9/2012|
|97.||Slip Through The Sieve||6/9/2012|
|99.||Identity Of The Conflicted||3/11/2013|
|100.||Cycle Of Dreams||3/28/2013|
|101.||Mane Of A Lion, Heart Of A Mouse||3/28/2013|
|106.||'A' Or 'B'? ? ? ? ? ?||6/9/2012|
|107.||The Queen's Dagger||1/23/2013|
|109.||I Am With You||6/12/2012|
|111.||Cross My Heart||6/8/2012|
|112.||Say What You Want||6/22/2012|
|113.||Let It Out||6/9/2012|
Comments about The Queen's Dagger
Let It Out
From the moment I saw you,
I knew that something was wrong.
What makes you laugh makes others cry,
but I don't want to see you die.
Your red wrists, they make me kneel,
they make me break down and cry.
Oh, sweet child, why?
Please don't pull that trigger,
you don't know what you're doing.
You run away when I approach,
as if I am a lowly cockroach.
Please don't be afraid, I swear that I care.
I just want to mend your broken heart.
Dying is not an art.
Your wrists, they make me kneel,
they make me me break down and cry.
There is a cricket in my room,
it won't stop chirping at me.
I'm just trying to get some sleep,
but nature doesn't care,
as long as I do not try to ensnare it
and make my own personal
collection of its tiny lost souls,
which I have now done.