My Brunette Queen
My Brunette Queen
Standing tall
A Harlequin
She'll never fall
A never-ending serenade
A long awaited downfall
An angel that the gods have made
She might get me through it all
A perfect illusion
Though visible by all
A perfect situation
But no happiness by Fall
And though all this she left me
A cold tear in the present
As perfect as it may be
She still had me resent
Maybe she was scared
Or never cared at all
Or maybe she never dared
To love anyone at all
But through all of this hastle
Though darkness may befall
My Brunette Queen is standing still
A short girl, but I see her tall.
(2014.09.19.)
Copyright © Dean Ross | Year Posted 2014
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