I am standing around listening to these happily-ever-after fairytales,
knowing mine won't be.
late at night listening to the nightinggales,
knowing there is nothing to see.
When deep inside yuo know it hurts,
you know I cry.
when i listen to your words,
of solid fantasys and lullaby.
I am no longer you strong princess,
no longer your pretty peach.
I am a withered rose longing for the sweetness of water,
longing for its presence.
I can't imagine the deep blue seas without the shore,
the birds and thier nest without a branch.
the mornings without the singing of the bluejays,
and a love without it being true. |
Submission Name: Your dying princess
