An ode to My King

Better watch your step,
Fall down else you will
Pain, which is skin-deep,
Engulf you, yeah it could kill

Hold his hands tight,
If you wanna get up
When the time is right,
He will pick you up

In his eyes, are a million stars,
Which dazzle me first
Then I saw his deepest scars,
Which he hid from the rest

Together we start off,
To find a new beginning
Which contained promises of,
A journey from within.

PS:This poem is an ode to DJ, who helped me to get over the high-emotional drama regarding The Window. You were, are and will remain My King.