My Prince
My prince awaits in a dirty hovel
Dashing poetic declarations
My heart melts
Tears well up in my eyes
I feel like he could rescue me
From my life
From myself
But, as I was walking by the willow tree
I saw something eerily familiar to me
It was he
But, not dressed in garments for royalty
Not dressed at all
His unclothed body exposed his secrets to me
No Prince ever awaited to set me free
Guess it was a fairytale
Living in a dream world
Seeing my Prince through rose colored glasses
The tint hiding his blemishes
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