The Queen

The rock on her ring finger,

Chanel No. 5 on her wrist,

That’s not all she desired,

She wanted more.

A muse, a dedication,

An accessory, a gratification;

That’s not all she was,

She was more.

She looked into the past,

Retrospected,

Remembered her old thoughts,

How she wanted to change the world.

But now it existed around her,

Inside her,

Crushing her.

She wished, she still wishes,

Those wishes almost asphyxiating.

And the blue from the the sapphire,

Diffused gradually in her life,

And she realized,

That she’ll always live like this,

Because when the cards are dealt,

The king always aces the queen.