Queen

I found trust is a delicate thing;
it can be forged yes on a ring.

Mine tarnished long ago so gauge
I do people but I am not a sage.

Just awkward and in my head
I find reflecting upon a long stead.

I want a love to call my own heed:
there’s things that precede the need.

Caution in depths of my soul I live
under precious gifts the Lord gives.

I proceed everyday to question all
who in my circumference do fall.

I need no toxicity or an empty love
I want dreams filled her full of.

The same would be bliss I reminisce
of all those lips in my life I’ve kissed.

You know a person by their caress;
devils mine past never passed the test.

Yet I dream and think on the brink
makes a man simple makes him think.

I want to kiss the sky bright every night
because everyday seems such a fight.

Love and trust two separate things;
see what a person to themselves brings.

I want the pretty things love to bring
but before you must be my queen.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Love this 🖤 🖤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you my dear.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. You’re most welcome my friend 🖤

        Liked by 1 person

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