I’ve created a picture, much too vivid,

Clear as day, there you stood,

Ready for a commitment,

To give all you could,

 

The picture lasted to long, it became a cinema,

It never flourished in into much,

Became a slight dilemma,

I could only see, never got close enough to touch,

 

It started to reoccur, I began to know the ending,

In search of the real thing,

God knows I’m tired of pretending,

I’m a queen, it’s only right I have a king,

 

Ruling side by side like a leg and a thing,

With a prince and princess like a biscuit on the side.