THE QUEEN By Vincent. .W. Matinde

If i ever thought it was easy.
I have been proved wrong.
Feelings seemingly erasable.
Their prints firmly in me.
I am my god, ready to forget.
But i am also my devil, cant let go.
My heart, plucked with ease.
Guitar.
Love, lust, infatuation.
All in one.
Directed towards one.
Eyes, smile, laugh.
Contributors.
If only i could hold my heart in my hand.
I would choose to love or not.
But she is already too royal.
Her head already too crowned.
The queen.