Sitting high
Wearing silk, gold and silver
Crowns which fit-on perfect
Talking about cars and clothes
Which carried baffling names
All the chairs were alike
Yet somehow they were sitting high
I sat their silent,nothing to add
As she glanced at my empty pocket
© jane_doe
Crowns which fit-on perfect
Talking about cars and clothes
Which carried baffling names
All the chairs were alike
Yet somehow they were sitting high
I sat their silent,nothing to add
As she glanced at my empty pocket
© jane_doe