The king Of Tarts

I thought I was the only queen, you lied my nights are cold

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

The king Of Tarts

The nights are long, the nights are cold,

I thought I had you till we grew old.

Suppose nothing is written in stone or hearts,

Why did you crave loose woman,

The king who loved his tarts.

The crown you wore was made of lies,

A hollow man in a grand disguise.

Your hunger spoke in whispered sins,

A king who lost before he wins.

Your throne of silk, your bed of shame,

Each touch a spark, but never flame.

I was a queen you cast aside,

For empty hands and wandering eyes.

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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