Queen of hearts
Her wandering soul craved closure,
She was too tired from walking miles.
Once this gypsy queen walked the blazing sun,
From where she got her feet burnt.
Then she walked the crescent moon,
And felt the moon dust-
healing her cracked up wounds.
She used to pluck petals off from her
Flower tiara and offer it to the king of nights.
This gypsy queen had walked miles-
without end on both sides.
But in the end it didn't matter as both her masters gifted her the same heavy-aching heart.