Sit up straight so gently elegant
ribbons of gifted love you've given yourself
keeps you in the royals of living.
Please yourself in the comprehension
you are your king of existence
and the throne you've created
won't be knocked down
by some nagging beast of the past.
Me, begging you to not sit borderline
to tell me the way you believe.
I felt your crown and your heart
and they were different.
Or am I just crackers,
revolutionizing the us of us
driving with lop sided
queen crown on lap
encouraging the lush of our future.
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