More to a queen than I thought

My heart beats at the speed

Of a raging dragon

Flying through the clouds,

But there is only destruction

Where my demons

Sit and hide

Beneath my skull

I sit in a meadow

With no thorns or bugs being

A bother,

And I take a breath

With my shining smile

Glimmering with the sun;

I feel like a petunia,

Soft and flowing with the wind

Not only do I flow with the breeze

But so does my gown,

Sewn with love,

Not with factory machines;

I come face to face with my fears

And place my crown on my head,

Then suddenly,

They dissolve into thin air

They may only dissolve,

But they are weakened,

And that is what makes me a queen

It's nice to have a knight in shining armor searching for me on horseback,

Or a prince kissing the back of my hand,

But I don't need one

I am my own knight,

My own prince,

My own queen,

And I carry the heart of a dragon

With the spirit of a sweetheart

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