Queen

You know I write poems about her a lot, yet I never get bored of writing what I’ve got. She’s the one I’d been searching for, so genuine, so cute, adorable to the core. It feels heavy when I can’t see her each day, so I put her into rhythms in my own ways. Missing her feels like a dagger through the heart, we’re far away, yet she still lights up my dark. And imagining her smile brightens up the night, like stars appearing softly after losing all light. She’s truly one of a kind, so lovely, so damn fine. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, I get butterflies because she just really looks like a queen.