They said: "Don't cry, my little prince."
Their words were so soft, so gentle, like a kiss from the tender lips of a young princess.
Too bad I haven't seen one.
Because royalty is hard to find and perhaps, you should spend just a bit less time hopelessly searching for the girl in the crown in the dress.
The princess is gone, as if she never existed, because, honestly, the clicking of her heels and the swaying of her hair was all an illusion. There is no princess.
And yet, you keep shoving people into her old corsets simply to see whether or not they fit.
They don't, because there is no princess.
I am no princess.
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Acidic Waters
PoetryAll this is is a collection of poetry and prose I have written throughtout my life as your everyday human being. Some are completed and edited, whilst others will remain raw permentally. Feel free to leave any feedback you have and I hope you enjoy...
