Nominal Queen


United States
41° 54' 8.9388" N, 87° 44' 30.7824" W

See you are the type of girl who wants everything handed to you

You want diamond rings, foreign cars and clothes made by designers who's names you can't even pronounce

And now that you are older you walk around the greatest city's with your head up high with a fresh pair of heels

And you can't even seperate your bottom lip to open your mouth to say hi

Believe it or not, I remember when you didn't even have a toothbrush to brush your teeth and you would knock on my door and ask to borrow mine

I'll admit you look a hell-of-a-lot better with your luxuries

Those Victoria Secrets look better than your thrift store undies

I'm not jealous, please don't think I am. I'm actually happy for you, go ahead, pat yourself on the back

Continue to use a man you will never love

For a throne that we all know you don't deserve

Your highness,

Nominal Queen


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