Impostor

-Remember, when I got married to you,
You looked just ordinary girl, but so pretty,
A luxurious life I created for you,
You’re pleaded yourself a queen of the city.
My love was so strong, so tender, so true,
And I feel as a king for myself next to you.

-I’m a queen! Oh, yes I’m a queen!
Started you shout everywhere taking pride
Humiliating impudent people and, chide
That’s what you say, that’s you mean.

With certain contempt and a heaviest grin,
Staring down at all just as to pawn,
"Yes, I’m beautiful! And I’m a queen!
My future provided and fortune to dawn".
Those words angered all people around,
But you were persistent and never shut down.

-You’re a queen, and where is a king?
Did you forget how became you that
And you have to know, I’ll tell you the thing,
Now you - good just for nothing a hat,
Cause you are not with a king anymore,
So, end of performance and, shut down the door.



World is interesting, well known it is,
God only knows, who everyone is.
No, my darling, you’re no more a queen,
But only the lost, former errant virgin.
Knowing a King thy forever you leaving,
And there is no queen if no more there a king.

I’m no more a queen, no, I’m not a queen,
I’m just a girl, as I was long before.
I would enjoy chance and fortune pristine,
If I had mind enough, just a little bit more...