Actually filled with This fear,
That one day i'll be left
with no one to call me Love,
to call me cute names, the hold me dear.
That soon enough even before am gone,
I'll be erased from the thoughts of y'all,
Not because of anything, But for nothing at all.
Maybe am that unfortunate little pearl,
That seems cool but actually dead,
Camouflaged in bright colored sea she'll,
But within she faces hell.
No one can hear her yelling,
All they see is her rebelling,
This circle goes on and on yearly,
But one day it would be her story.
Misfortune could not hold her down,
Her smiles erased the bitter times,
And her joy were those that knew no bounds,
She's the Empress of her own era,
That's why I call her my heroin,
I know one thing and its for Sure,
Although am broken am still concrete.
©Empress
S