The Lonesome Queen

 

The lonesome queen is awaiting her nuptial ride or die,

Pride exudes her for she is perfect where her rival fails,

No longer a change to old routine hanging off a beautiful lie,

 

She beguiles her frilly dresses with french perfume she tends to buy,

Unlike her foe she always has time to manicure her nails,

The lonesome queen is awaiting her nuptial ride or die,

 

There are freshly cut fruit baked into her every homemade pie,

Philanderer prefers no toys to be scattered as his mistress wails,

No longer a change to old routine hanging off a beautiful lie,

 

Until he calls her she fears her plans with him has gone awry,

At times his consort pulls him back so sometimes he bails,

The lonesome queen is awaiting her nuptial ride or die,

 

Her feigned crown keeps her up until sleep is a result of her war cry,

Waiting for his texts is a kind of torture as tears rolls down her rosy cheeks trail,

No longer a change to old routine hanging off a beautiful lie,

 

Work is a waste of time as she anxiously anticipates her high,

As the years go by her heart withers away never to prevail,

The lonesome queen is awaiting her nuptial ride or die,

No longer a change to old routine hanging off a beautiful lie

 

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Drama Infestation

Good day to my anxious fallen angels! I thought I knew it all. Yet I also have this old proverb in mind: The wisest people can admit that they know nothing [compared to what they could know.] Being a loner is safe and calming. However, recently I have been challenging myself to be less introverted. So I joined PRIDE club at my college. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bore you with the details of my ongoing obsession with a man I can’t have. They’re the most addicting kind of people. November 18th will be my first ever drag show. I will be a gothic queen named Seductress (seduce+mistress). The song I’m gonna do is Cool For The Summer by Demi Lovato. I gotta wax and do makeup. (Good thing I already bought my costume.) I have been practicing my dance routine in heels at my local park. Civilians pose a threat because anyone foreign of my knowledge is frightful to me. Anyway, I notice the other members of PRIDE club constantly talk shit about each other. Once someone leaves the room, the absent member becomes a target. No doubt they talk shit about me once I depart from their presence as well. That’s what I get for leaving my comfort zone for some fresh air. Perhaps fresh air doesn’t exist anymore, or ever did for that matter. So much drama occurs when people outside my mind come into view. I don’t trust them. But I’m not doing drag for them, I’m doing it for my own personal gain. I always wanted to try it. Joining PRIDE was a way to relinquish my curiosity and making friends was just an added yet far-fetched bonus. I know you all must be dying to see me in my alternative garb. I will definitely post pictures and maybe even videos of this spectacular event in my life when we cross that bridge together. My fallen angels, be careful but not too careful, or you will end up like me. Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

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