The castle walls that we once stood upon
that brought us cheek to cheek with the other side (to the stars)
have fallen beneath us.
I sit amongst the rubble for a moment filled with confusion
and decide to get up
to explore the world I've fallen into.
It takes a long while to fix;
to mix and make a fresh batch of cement
-- to build us up once again.
As I stand alone...there you go--
without my hand...
building yourself a pedastel to rise from me
- beneath you.
What is it you wish to withstand?
The commoners laugh at you as you strike a pose.
You might looks fierce but, my dear king,
it will take more than bricks of selfishness & pillars of pride to build your kingdom.
Those walls will crumble.
And in the end your heart remains the coward.
And the smile you now artificially wear will have to be painted and stiched in place
...eventually.
P.S. Purple Suits You.
without my hand...
building yourself a pedastel to rise from me
- beneath you.
What is it you wish to withstand?
The commoners laugh at you as you strike a pose.
You might looks fierce but, my dear king,
it will take more than bricks of selfishness & pillars of pride to build your kingdom.
Those walls will crumble.
And in the end your heart remains the coward.
And the smile you now artificially wear will have to be painted and stiched in place
...eventually.
P.S. Purple Suits You.
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