Learn more about other poetry terms
I’d treat you like a queen, but what does it mean? Not a thing, cause I’m new, and you want the old You tell me nothing even matters, you lie to me Warmth of your touch… yes, your lie's so bold
A Pharaoh sits upon His sunny throne, Surfeited, Craven, Oblivious. The Clouds move in, The Sun, Veiled, hides beneath a layer Of darkness. Another day wasted.