Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Queen
You use to treat me like a king
Oh how well loved I felt
I felt I was your everything
So secure I would melt
Now I feel beaten like a dog
Totally confused and spent
And so with sadness, desire fades
Struggle thru each day all bent
I no longer laugh at all these ways
Much less hold my head up high
So beaten that I crawl hands all crazed
Worked hard to hide how I cried
All this effort to build a life
Now no matter how I try
You greet me with your shattered screams
So abuse that each day I would die
Soul crippling and wrought with pain
I don't feel much loved, less desired
No comfort or pride- as my health subsides
Just weighted, bone dead and tired
A victim of your selfish self
All strewn about and shattered
A parcel in your ratted wealth
I'm left to be alone and battered
poem
by
Talile Ali
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black