Full of Strength

lose yourself.

When we were little
we would play kings and queens
and you would shout
and I would laugh
and our subjects would love us
because they knew
that we loved
each other
We would become gods
(full of strength)
but brought into a world
of greed and despair
We would fight (and cry)
but in the end we
were only children

breathing heavy
and staring at each other
in a mess of blankets in your basement