Hail The Queen!

I have a prosperous lemon tree,
its sour taste brings me animosity.
But everyone loves lemonade,
so this is my stand.

I’ve been blessed
for I had the greatest love.
I am cursed,
for I have greater loss.

All my stories about love
written in double Dutch.
All my romantic feelings
They’re all calling
obsession, idealism, insanity
blasphemy.

Each executioners in a muse’s dress,
traitors who’ve brought forth my death.
Still, I deny my throne.
I rise and roll away the stone.

You’re so special, sweet beau.
You’re my favourite home.
You’re where I want to stay.
But every door slams
in my face the same way.

Your handmade carriage,
I would’ve loved that passage
to a turquoise sea,
the west coast, it should’ve been me.

You make me laugh,
you make me cry.
You’re my best half,
wish your lies
weren’t painted in white.

You won me an arcade prize,
cleared my thunderous skies.
What we know of each other
could fill shelves in Alexandria.

Nobody can compare to you,
no feet could fill your shoes.
But no one can compare to me,
I am the legends you read.

Morning will come again,
but my golden sun
forever overlayed
by the darkest greys.

This kingdom I’ve made
will continue to reign.
Your misfortune
to watch on the outskirt.
My misfortune
no confidant, alone and hurt
but nothing to lose.

As the crown is placed on my hair,
sitting on my electric chair,
I hear the crowd cheer,
“Huzzah! To the Queen of Unrequited Love.”