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When I Was a King

Woken was the king to a reality when he was once great. He rises to his feet to rise to the occasion, but only to find out he’s years too late. You see, all good things must come to an end. There are more things important than the money you spend. Time is on the side to those who side with it. Don’t blink because beauty you just might miss it. The beast is the truth, and the lie you told yourself. With love there is no need for wealth as I always say myself. The throne slips through your fingers like sand. No longer do you have a queen to hold your hand. They say it’s better to have loved & lost than to have never loved at all. I disagree because I see her face on every girl as she is my downfall. However, you cannot force a king to rule. He might be cut out to jester or be a petty fool. The queen may never have been a queen to start. She might take your riches & rob your heart. I was once a king… But I’m nothing more than a boy lost in love with no hand for my ring. I guess love had my imagination in an odd place. Either that or I should have seen the signs when you wanted “space.” My mother always said my first love would be a fling… But 3 years later I still feel like she was my queen & I was her king…

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