The king Of Tarts
I thought I was the only queen, you lied my nights are cold
The king Of Tarts
The nights are long, the nights are cold,
I thought I had you till we grew old.
Suppose nothing is written in stone or hearts,
Why did you crave loose woman,
The king who loved his tarts.
The crown you wore was made of lies,
A hollow man in a grand disguise.
Your hunger spoke in whispered sins,
A king who lost before he wins.
Your throne of silk, your bed of shame,
Each touch a spark, but never flame.
I was a queen you cast aside,
For empty hands and wandering eyes.
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 (3)
A king who lost before he wins. Lol
Nice work. Love this one.
Uh oh. Good job.