Pharaoh

I’d treat you like a queen, but what does it mean? Not a thing, cause I’m new, and you want the old You tell me nothing even matters, you lie to me Warmth of your touch… yes, your lie's so bold Your bright eyes go along your light skin The sun’s rays reflect off of your soft lips They beckon me to come and share in sin You edge closer to me and meet my kiss Still you leave me for farther oceans and seas As I wander along the sandy shores of the floor You visit the pyramids while in Egyptian suites I’m a lost hieroglyphic, buried, yet abhorred You are to me, the purest of all beauty Yet, when your eyes look upon mine You only see, nothing, my invisibility Your gorgeous curves are all aligned Perfectly, within the lovely artistry Of Gods perfection within his creation You are the pinnacle of his legacy The title of angel on the brink of elation In fact, angels swoon over your statuesque Physique, you are the Earth and the Air Blended together to form a new element This element is named after you, your hair, Your talk along with the grace of your walk That defines your blissful bodily function Your art and the minds you begin to spark That brings all men into fateful unison Although you lie to them, and to me We all still pursue you all the same In their eyes they see a new thing I see the girl who needs my last name However, you hold back your love You keep it hidden away and safe I look for it in the heavens above Because with you I reach that place You are the reason I open my eyes at night And explore dreams every single morning You are the queen who rules with might I am nothing but a peasant adoring As you play in my hair and laugh loudly While we share in time together I push your lies aside and speak proudly About how you make me better Because I am nothing but a poor devil Who will love you beyond all time If you were to love me I’d pick up a shovel Hold it tight, and then bury myself alive I would sell my entire soul in turn If it meant keeping you from harm I would buy a home then watch it burn If it meant healing all of your scars I wouldn’t rewrite the entire bible Just a single commandment of truth The one about worshiping false idols Because women should idolize you You are the reason for everything I wrote enough poems for books Each line twisting and turning Relating back to each side of you People tell me you can’t express love As openly to women anymore I agree, disagree; I don’t know enough These poems are the blueprint to my soul These words will never reach you anyway So let the lovely lies live on Cleopatra, for you I’ll always pray Maybe one day, you’ll call me, home.