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So Says The Queen
Soldier come home
You're queen is feeling so alone
Soldier, suitors are knocking at the door
Acting and treating your Queen alike a whore
Come home fast, my dear lover of mine
For these boys and men are getting out of line
Trying to steal the heart that belongs to you
And your Gypsy Queen doesn't know what to do
Come home my knight in battered armor, to my arms
For without you I am left alone to battle their charms
and loneliness is the poison killing me, your Gypsy Queen
And life is becoming so very cruel and so very mean
Come home my lover my highest and only best friend
And be the antidote to this poison I'm fed for an end
For your Gypsy Queen declares this throughout the land
She requests you to come back home and take her by the hand
Bring back to her sad face a smile to steal happiness back
And to fight off the suitors that are daily on the attack
Come Back!
Come Back!
Come Back!
You're queen is feeling so alone
Soldier, suitors are knocking at the door
Acting and treating your Queen alike a whore
Come home fast, my dear lover of mine
For these boys and men are getting out of line
Trying to steal the heart that belongs to you
And your Gypsy Queen doesn't know what to do
Come home my knight in battered armor, to my arms
For without you I am left alone to battle their charms
and loneliness is the poison killing me, your Gypsy Queen
And life is becoming so very cruel and so very mean
Come home my lover my highest and only best friend
And be the antidote to this poison I'm fed for an end
For your Gypsy Queen declares this throughout the land
She requests you to come back home and take her by the hand
Bring back to her sad face a smile to steal happiness back
And to fight off the suitors that are daily on the attack
Come Back!
Come Back!
Come Back!
Published 28th Feb 2014
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23rd Mar 2014 11:39pm
It feels optimistic and touches on the sort of unique lonely anticipation held by waiting women for centuries. Still, reads as if it were an original discovery, the place of sacrifice.
Soldier, suitors are knocking at the door
Acting and treating your Queen alike a whore
Come home fast, my dear lover of mine
For these boys and men are getting out of line
Waiting is the hardest part, because the elements of nature wear down stone. Hornballs on the prowl are the same way, wear away on resistance, through steady pressure of escalating sexualization and de-humanization. Sorry, that was a mouthful. I meant to say one-hitter-quitters spit constant game for any queen who holds out.
Awesome write, friend. Stay strong.
Soldier, suitors are knocking at the door
Acting and treating your Queen alike a whore
Come home fast, my dear lover of mine
For these boys and men are getting out of line
Waiting is the hardest part, because the elements of nature wear down stone. Hornballs on the prowl are the same way, wear away on resistance, through steady pressure of escalating sexualization and de-humanization. Sorry, that was a mouthful. I meant to say one-hitter-quitters spit constant game for any queen who holds out.
Awesome write, friend. Stay strong.
25th Mar 2014 4:03pm
