Queen of Hearts

With a soft

Precise step

And a flick

Of your hair

(oh such shining gorgeous hair)

They are at your feet

With every pout

Of your lipsticked lips

With every turn of your

Powdered face

Clamoring attention

Begging praise

A path of roses

Laid right out for you

To walk on

Or over

And the damage

You create

Is not measured

In words

But in tears

And cries

Your majesty

The queen of hearts