You told miss how proud you were
You looked at her with pride
For her purity, You called for a feast
And all alone, I watched you watch her.
You walked hand in hand with miss
You'd call her princess
And she wore gorgeous smile, knowing you were her energy
And all alone, I watched you watch her
She's your definition of beauty
Jealousy and envy sprang up whenever she walked into the room
She's Irresistibly charming; one could not deny
Miss walked with no flaws
And all alone, I watched you watch her
Sir, I did boast of you; Having all desirable qualities
Free from flaws
Conforming to the definition of an ideal one
Beyond theoretical advancement, you are excellent
But you never realised how much I need you
And all alone, I watched you watch her
Sir, I learnt to be my energy
I looked at me with pride
And when I walked into the room; the unseen are seen
I walked with hope.
Sir, you once said I was a queen
But today , I'm a warrior
I guard my heart and fight my emotions
And all alone I keep watch.
Sir, I made mistakes, i paid my price
But regrets and mistakes are memories made
I lost my throne and I lost your gaze.
My heart was ripped.
I dream of the past and all alone I watch you watch her.
--Beginner level--
In the above , one could assume its about the poet probably loosing a 'sir' to a lady (miss)
But really, what inspired this poem is a feeling i had when i knew and came to accept one cannot be entirely perfect and can only work to perfection, I've been a lady who always wanted perfection but i broke down at a point due to some circumstances. And sometimes , i think of some failures and I'm tempted to regret some actions. This poem is me personifying 'perfection' as 'sir and perfectionist as 'her'
I really hope you understand, kindly leave your comments or concerns at the reply section
In the above , one could assume its about the poet probably loosing a 'sir' to a lady (miss)
But really, what inspired this poem is a feeling i had when i knew and came to accept one cannot be entirely perfect and can only work to perfection, I've been a lady who always wanted perfection but i broke down at a point due to some circumstances. And sometimes , i think of some failures and I'm tempted to regret some actions. This poem is me personifying 'perfection' as 'sir and perfectionist as 'her'
I really hope you understand, kindly leave your comments or concerns at the reply section ]
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