Some things are just illusions, and you are one of them

Some things are just pawns,

And most things are just games

Some things are susceptible

And some unattainable.

Some people are easily spread,

But for you I will never be one of them

Some people are queens,

Untouchable , unrecognizable , and

Completely unforgettable.

For I am the only one

Who can shatter your game of illusions?

Or is it me who creates these illusions

Do I allude myself to believe my lioness strength?

Pushing his imaginary games away

Before he even had a chance to play them.

It is me whose and illusionist

or is he who makes me the queen of my own games