Even as a young child,
I waited like Rapunzel in my tower
And searched for my Prince Charming
In all the wrong places.
I waited for my Superman
To sweep me off my feet
And save me, the damsel in distress.
I waited for my knight in shining armor
To ride in on a white horse
And save me from myself.
I waited for a hero
to bring the happy ending
to my tragic story.
But I never understood until now
That sometimes
The only person who can save you is yourself.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
