Poor Sad Queen
She has a huge closet full of
purses , shoes, clothes and jewels.
A beautiful home with pool.
everything seems so cool.
Her castle is like a museum.
Just Watch,
Don't touch.
Don't sit there,
it's my chair.
Sits in her throne
feeling so alone.
Yearns the touch of her husband,
that is never really present.
Takes another antidepressant.
To friends the doors are closed.
Never leaving her heart exposed.
She lives like a queen
with a low self esteem.
She has plenty
but feels empty.
Her heart wants to scream:
"You forgot your dream."
oh, poor sad queen.
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