He Was King, And I Was Queen. Poem by Rebecca Navarre
He Was King, And I Was Queen.
I used to Dream, Boy George would marry me.
I was only eleven or twelve, so I could not
see. Why this couldn't come to be. I used to
cry, thinking I would die. He's such a kind,
and gorgeous guy. His music touched me inside.
To watch him made me fly. I used to kiss his
shirt at night.Oh, how my heart skipped in delight.
My friends thought differently, but, I told them
just, you wait and see. Some day In my Dreams, We
will be. And he'll marry me! ! ! ! ! And he Did! ! ! ! !
I was his Queen! ! ! ! !
I'm glad you were the one who scored he makes bad coffee and always snored! Now, do you really want to hurt me? In the church of the poison...? what was it? Loved HIM 2!
Thank You! ! ! Noah, Very Much For Your Kind Reply! ! ! ! ! I Look Forward To Reading More Of Your Wonderful Poetry Soon! ! ! ! ! Karma Chameleon,1st 1You said & Tumble 4Ya, Etc... Thank You Again! ! ! ! ! Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! ! Still Think He's Awesome! ! ! ! ! Though don't know his newest..
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8/2/2025 4:41:44 AM # 1.0.0
This journey from fantasy to reality is good because all young people can dream again. The wedding