it was supposed to tell the lonely flights of a lonely prince,
funny how one fateful night changed the plans he had in mind–
or perhaps his everything.
so now i write about a lonely pen and a lonely prince,
and how he longed for a lady he fell in love with.
–the queen asked me if i found her yet.
YOU ARE READING
lovesick
Poetrylove transforms princes to poets. the thoughts he writes down; the papers he slips inside the glass jar. (a/n. prepare for a shitload of cheesiness) cover art by © saegome
