Everyday Kings
I’m no king author
But I’m an author of my script
He rides and I write
To tell you what days might be like
I am at your disclosure
Un-expendable
but humble in my composure
The kiss of allure
Blissful and pure
How much more
Might we on this journey endure
I was once a written testament
Now I write when it’s best I vent
Brandy on a sunsets portrait
With all this said
I am your’s unfortunately
Sadly a pioneer to keep
A lung punctured and barely breathing
A mothers sore beyond her bleeding
Keep your depths in confinement
She was a touch of blueberry
With a wine’s scent
Life can be brutal at times
Did you think I’d lay
And never awaken
Awaken never to lay
It’s been an honorable stay
Perhaps I was awakened too late
This is for the last good night
Sleepless in my last good fight
I am sure to be alright
Sleepless on this last good night
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