deepundergroundpoetry.com
Elizabeth
It must be hard.
To get all that attention, yet still have no one understand you.
a young queen, whose heart is made from the purest gold yet no one appreciates it.
The most delicate gift I have ever laid my eyes upon.
almost...fragile.
certainly amazing..
I see the hurt in you that I see in myself and I only want to heal.
I look over and ponder what life would be like without you in my time of emptiness..
I dread the thought of what life would be like if I walked into room 100 to greet no one.
Yet there you were.
As stunning and breathtaking as anyone in that room.
The Heavens opened wide and the Angels sang for you.
You're the blessing I asked for, and I can't thank God enough for you.
To get all that attention, yet still have no one understand you.
a young queen, whose heart is made from the purest gold yet no one appreciates it.
The most delicate gift I have ever laid my eyes upon.
almost...fragile.
certainly amazing..
I see the hurt in you that I see in myself and I only want to heal.
I look over and ponder what life would be like without you in my time of emptiness..
I dread the thought of what life would be like if I walked into room 100 to greet no one.
Yet there you were.
As stunning and breathtaking as anyone in that room.
The Heavens opened wide and the Angels sang for you.
You're the blessing I asked for, and I can't thank God enough for you.
Published 5th Jul 2016
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 558
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
