you’re royalty of poverty
they way you shine your beautiful
dirt faced smile
how you hold your head high
to feel like you’re on the level of the wealthy.
but you’re hurting your neck from looking up
to them aren’t you?
what’s it like to be the overlord
of the needy?
you have too much ego my dear
because you insist on
denying the fact you’re craving
for a soft spot in your life
you must be amaurotic in terms of love.
you’ve had it plenty of times;
holding your hand,
looking in your eyes,
giving you gentle kisses,
held in your arms,
smack dab in front of you.
but you insist that love just can’t be that easy to find.
have you ever considered yourself fortunate?
that so many times
the creator of all has placed in your presence
those who cherish, adore, and treasure you.
but its impossible for you isn’t it?
im sure you feel like nothing good
could ever happen to
the prince of disbelief.