King





                             King


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Something that is probably meant to be, and still is.

King

He stands by my side As I do the same for him

His thoughts he rarely confides But his arms large and hefty

He holds with him marks Of long ago battles

From being deceived from Envious friends who tattled

I tend to him constantly But I dare not bow down

Because stubborn by nature Even with a gold crown

I’ve done so before With another long ago

Who ended up a whore Spewing constant negativity

So:

“Trust no more And give cautiously”

Grew to be the core The motto of my process

‘Til one spring’s morn A letter I received

From the prince who let me fly So I could find my lost calling

Our friendship rekindled And love followed after

My walls now dwindled His warmth my heath

For he is but my tender king In whom I love and adore

Who gave me time to heal While I traveled and explored

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