Did you know
that your songs are empty to me?
Your empty threats
like pushpins in my forehead.
The tap of your impatient staff
just an annoyance.
Someday your cards will fold
and you'll regret
ever being so condescending.
I can't wait for the day
that you fall from your mighty high throne,
and when you realize
that your cold, bullying life
gets you nowhere with me.
You've been dealt your hand,
but you're just the Queen of Hearts.
I have the Ace in my sleeve.
The day this queen topples from her throne
and her cards are shredded,
will be the day that I am finally free.
Hm. I hope someone may get the meaning in this. I like this poem. It turned out quite well to my satisfaction.
It could use a little fixing here and there, some flow and clarity perhaps. Suggestions are apreciated.
~Yoyo
