You were not the Prince charming many desire,
You were the frog i had to find charming on my own.
I was no princess waiting for a prince,
I was a cast-away witch with powers few knew of.
Many didn't dare to look further.
Past the green skin of yours and the ripped clothing of mine.
Through the cracks in my castle, The curse on your heart.
Many didn't dare venture past what they found ugly, Undesirable.
But a witch of sorts can turn a frog to the person they once were,
And the frog could love a Cast-away, who knew a bit of magic.
For her magic had saved him and revealed her loving heart.
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Beautiful Disaster.
PoetryA life in a garden sure is pretty the roses with more than one way to kill and lilies that remind you of the past. A garden is gorgeous as long as it's cared for. if your mind and body were a garden, would it a magnificent garden or a secret space f...
