The one

Shreya Biswas
Nov 6 · 2 min read

I’ve realized that you are a star,

I thought we were close, but you are very, very far.

But you know I see, you indeed are small,

And your medieval mind even made the peaceful dead crawl.

Once I fancy going out, but Woah!

It turned out I was stupid to think so.

When I left, I was a princess,

and all of a sudden, they wanted me to dream less.

And there were “ladies” to screw over; then there were you to faithfully cover.

They didn’t care for once,

but all I wanted was a chance.

A chance to prove that I am someone,

someone you can’t ignore for the dumb but pretty one.

But no they never wanted the one which was simple and easy,

they thought I was a flower and call me a daisy.

And anyway, I found you on the top,

so never thought to compete and stopped.

And we were cool, so it never mattered,

“I wish I would be like him,” always wondered.

But I think it was my mistake I saw you from there,

I should have already seen you from down here.

I got to know you were no that smart,

you just supposed you were a king and start.

But you know I don’t wholly blame myself,

They all are big bloody bastards, I can’t help.

I tried to be helpful, but now you won’t see me in the color green,

because yes, I left as a princess, but now I am fucking “QUEEN.”

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