My Little King

You rule a small land,
with not much to grab,
your heart isn't as bad,
as your mind says it can.

there's only one king with every demand,
but also a queen to sweeten the gap,
and as you are the king of this little land,
may I ask to take your hand?

through hard times with man,
through destructions of bans,
just to help you understand,
that I do have a plan.
A plan to break through the sand,
and into the gap,
which you are at.

A plan to sit in your lap,
and bring a new life back.
A plan to be your little queen of the land.
So that I can cure all the damned,
and soothe this land.
So what do you say my little king of the land,
may I take your hand?

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I'm a seventeen-year-old female who happens to be autistic. I love all types of art. My poem was inspired by my feelings for my boyfriend. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing my poem.