her highness in love

Silly parlour games. Silly woman thinking we all think the same
silly life you think your living, such a pretty face and such a small world to live in
defining your eyes by other peoples standards.
Giving away kisses when they all deserve the kiss off.
Shining like a diamond under the sun. shining like a mother dim without one
wanting more and giving less
All of the fury and none of the heroine
of course your a fatal beauty, your putting your life asunder for this mess
and if you ask, who will blink? On your behalf?
all of the charms from your little girl world have gotten you this far
but if your not buttering your toast with jam
your serving someone else for worse then you stand for
and in your eyes and in your life lay pearls and whispers of wise and adoration
and will you sing?
because you belong to the royal army of her majesty and knights in armour
and your heart is heavy and your breath laden with thoughts of sin
so can you escape the thoughts that beg, you are better than this?
You have worked so hard to end up so far from where you should be standing
and its a long way down to the feet of the crown for a priestess, a vixen
a Queen a Woman; you know better, your better than where you are
no more sugar games, no jesters, they are all the same-
your better than where you landed
When you get there it is all too kind. The life, the freedom, the recognition that you are royalty and everything is yours to define.