Neither a queen nor a slave
Queen?
No she’s not
Slave?
No she’s not
But yes!
She was once a queen
Only in my heart
Not even a teenager yet
So naïve I was
Young in thought, younger in action
The older I grew, the lesser a queen she was
But no matter how far away she is 4rm being a queen
My heart seems to believe she is no slave
Left to my brain, I don’t care about her
Contrary to this, my heart’s apex lingers for HER
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