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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Queen of Lonely

Queen of Lonely

A Poem by butterfly


I don’t want to carry a knife
I know my childhood wasn’t very nice
I know there was some crazy and a little bit lies
Like a different colored marshmallow lucky charmed life
I gotta break the tension
I don’t have a pension
Yet I feel free
from this society made slavery
He let me go
But God let me know
He had to let it be because with that life I was dying
Look how better it is with Him I am rising
In the sunlight I am shining
Hear Him
He will find you even if you don’t read bibles
Go and be in denial
He is intertribal
We have a lot more leaning to do
Spiritual can come in many ways and colors
He has many names and honors
Some how when I write
He gets inside
Lets put down the knife
Lets put down the bomb
We don’t need a gun
We are not the ones who decide
who lives or dies
We only can follow what we experience amid this tension
I break free from the slavery
yet I don’t get a pension
few would call this bravery
God gave me His permission
to just be a bum
if you don’t want my love
its too bad
we were almost there
when you touch me right there
don’t be shy
you know I just might bite
let me get my teeth marks
deep inside your heart
never let us part
but you flew away
because he is a butterfly who can’t be living in a jar
why did you break my wall
perhaps I was the caged princess after all
There was a dragon imaginary stifling me
With your pleasure I have come to treasure
I would not have known I was never aware
till you were there
Maybe that’s what God does while secretly flying in the air
trying to touch us there
getting us there
in to a land where people actually care
not for the dollar signs
but for human life dead and alive
helping the hungry and everyone in need
instead of collecting the money
God ended my tie existing man made slavery
Is this humanity's only legacy?
He is the only bravery
Oh God touch me right there
Oh Lord break the tension
I have found a better pension
I breathe in divine air
I still feel that sensual flair
I need your ecstasy
I need a true partner with me
Baby there is nothing better
I can do this forever
if only God would let you find me
till then I have a dream
I am still a queen
queen of lonely
because I want love the true one only

© 2024 butterfly


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Added on March 22, 2024
Last Updated on March 22, 2024

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