Sunday, October 16

Queen

Stop and stare
Looking into your eyes
Raven black hair, snow white skin
You were once mine.

Affection hurts
Smiles sting
Rejection is obvious
Melancholy sings.

Your gentle face
Forever engrained in my mind
You were my queen
But past is left behind.

My eyes still follow you
Stalking you,
Creeping
After you

Only to realise
That I
Still
Love you...

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