Royal
By # Cyra the Poet
# Dripping pen .
Yes we were scatterers,
the world made us separated,
streets of royal faces shines,
our sighs started to whine,
bright colours, colours us,
unbutton our asses,
discipline is never made easy,
but we need to quarry this messy,
character of steps,
yet life is of steps journey,
fold the sticks,
weaken my growth,