Me You And Her
Two queens at war
war over me
and I, the ground
where battles bloom
without a sound
yet not so silently.
She brings the calm,
you bring the flame.
I wear your want
like crowns of blame
Your fingers pull,
her silence bites
I rule the dark
but lose the nights
Not weak just torn,
not blind just cursed
to sip from both
and die of thirst.
You beg me choose,
but why obey?
A king is still a king
I like this way.
I the husband you obey
she the mistress
you the wife.
To be the King
of two women’s life.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Awesome!!!
To sip from both and die of thirst. Very powerful words.
amazing
The battle between the two paths of the heart, a king who is the master of both loves a deep, emotional and powerful poem.