Happiness comes with a price. 
A teabag drowning in an ocean of caffeine,
Its lifeline stained by water.
A word grasping onto the tip of my tongue,
Reluctant to leave.
No home, no place to go;
My queen lives in a palace of dirt.
Gowns of lies and games of tears
She’s got no option
But to stay or to go.
Abandoned, torn beehives and a hornet,
Possessed flitting over the sky.
There are no taken galaxies,
But one planet on the ground.