Diamond in the rough

Published January 7, 2016 by Smalltownbarbie

Pick me up.
From the rough.
Polish me up.
I’m good enough.
Please don’t step on, or forget me.
I fear that you’d forget where you left me.
I wasn’t born here, you see.
I was once a queen.
Yes me!
The woman you pretend not to see.
I was once a queen!
My castle was built of hopes and dreams.
Then you came along, my noble knight it seemed.
And before I knew it, you where my everything.
I gave up my reign for a diamond ring.

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