Monday


Sick as a parrot.
I died and I was reborn in our life when you took your eyes off me.
My body may not be on display, but my mind is open for all of our days.
Something worth more than just a vase of flowers, my mind explores
The nature you are afraid of. When all is said and done, I come first
And no one else. The QUEEN I am, with my head held high and gold
Shimmer thoughts run down my mind. Trust me, I know when you’re
Lurking and gazing. I am not at all stupid. My soul crumbles when
I realize you see someone else. To me the world is ours and only
Ours. All I can see is you and me and our human bodies, free. Delicate
My heart may be, hold my hands for I am weak when I see my man’s
Eyes wandering.

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