Poetry

Untitled

Not your everyday hot looking slut
Hot yeah, not a slut.
Makes you so weak in the knees, doubts of Parkinson arise

Perfect empress material
Testimony to that - years gone by and still hasn’t dethroned from my head
Fort so magnificent, their walls so high.
Purely exclusive
For me? Are we?

A few wrong doings to your baggage, highly third rated
Oh but what a classy bitch of the first order.
Disgusts me, but has my respect
Will have my respect.

How do you expect me to get over you?
When you are all over me!

Be my queen, don't remain untitled.