She's the Queen of Queens. The fuel to poetry's fire of benevolence. She breeds motivation as I'm motivated to show her the difference. Cries through what lies I've seen her take. Tears that fall from her Ohio State Buckeyes, fill river, valleys and lakes. I'm sorry he hurt you. I'm sorry that you'll compare him to me and any other.
I hope my words act as the finger to lift your head by the chin, look you in your eyes and gives you a kiss that will only mend. As a damage controlman to the heartbreak society, I'm here to fix the cracks in your crown from his earth shattering tactics. Because I see better than anybody, your the Queen of Queens. And your the fuel to my benevolence fire of poetry.
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