The Queen

The Queen

A Poem by Sherline Heriveaux Poetry

There's no stronger word than need.
For that, I have to let it be.
I know Dreams are sold to passer bys,
As soon as I believe,
It's tears I'll cry.

I'll sabotage it all.
I'll run through a crowd that carries it all.
I won't blend in,
No matter how hard I try, 
I won't blend in.
There's just something loyal about broken wings.

I can't need you,
Because you'll become air.
I can't commit to a theory that's failed.
Over and over, 
they chase ideal love.

I'm ideal.
And I'll love, me.

© 2016 Sherline Heriveaux Poetry

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Added on May 1, 2016
Last Updated on May 1, 2016