My King Gets No Gold

by LithiumSacrifice   Mar 2, 2007


My King Gets No Gold

These tired eyes sick of mourning
The tears cutting my cheeks
This fever within me burning

This pain lasting for weeks

This cant be love, it just can t be
Love shouldn t be painful
You shouldn t be hurting me

I shouldn t be so shameful

Your sweet, sweet words
Are like a shield from reality
They covered up all my hurts

Like a gentleman you speak so politely

And now I see, now I see
Your not gentleman at all
You think you are a king to be

You wish to see me crawl

Now look at me in the eyes
I will not be bowing down
Now after I say my goodbyes

I m going to turn your whole world around.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    Loved the use of words...
    loved this part

    "These tired eyes sick of mourning
    The tears cutting my cheeks
    This fever within me burning "

    keep it up!

  • 17 years ago

    by BlueEyedMystery

    Wow, haha I loved it! I liked how it was worded. I loved the format you used. It was vry interesting. The was was excellent. The rhymes didn't seem forced at all. I also loved the title it was very different. Well done! =]

    Keep writing!
    Cayce

  • 17 years ago

    by Independence Forever

    Okay but i'll tell you now that i like my world where it is. good poem

    your servant:
    david

  • 17 years ago

    by Becky

    This poe is very good. I like the part about the tears cutting your cheeks, mostly I like the way it's worded. I also like the way you kinda turned it around at the end. Usually poems like this end saly but you came out defiant.

    lot's of love
    -Becky

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