I could sit on such a formidable throne

And look down at the world

In the most gorgeous attire

Beautiful and bejeweled.

I could have anything

of my choosing.

I could have

anything I want.

And I could sit up there so high

with clouds around my head

And I could look down

so far down

and see you.

I could stretch these bitter, puckered lips

wanly

and smile and smile and smile

Because I could have

anything I wanted.

But behind the thin grin

I'd be so far away

So alone, so up high.

And I could have anything

Anything.

But not you.