Queen of Cups

Queen?

Why is that cup in your hand?
Could it be from society judging you everywhere you stand?
Maybe it's full from the overflowing tears of detachment
laced with a high potency of tribulations
and sorrow
You tried
It didn't work
Maybe they didn't see your beautiful worth
Intuitive soul
A luminous glow
Everyone through your thoughts are moving in slow mo

Queen?

Why is that cup in your hand?
Is it empty from the endless sacrifices
buried deep within your eyes?
Causing tsunami waves clashing with low tides
Take it all with stride Queen
because no one can take away your power
Dancing emotions
Up in the clouds
Higher than the Burj Khalifa tower
Is your cup full?
Is your cup empty?
Will we ever know?
through the midst of imperfections
She will never show..

~The Queen of Cups~