She was a Queen Not to people Not to the world But to herself And that’s how she rose


Your voice is Music to my ears When I see you sing, I’m blind to my fears


Her beauty rivalled The glaciers and valleys Her depth was that of An ice Berg Anger, an avalanche Cold was she Frozen were the waters So was her heart


She’s a rose As beautiful as she looks, Has her thorns Water the rose, it’ll grow Pluck it out, you’ll bleed


I love you so much that When I see your pretty hair I wanna mess it up And run away 🐛