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Drunken Beauty?


They say I'm cursed

But my lips are pursed

 

My eyes are closed

And I am posed

 

Though many confused

They dont know that I abused

 

Strong words that twist

Hard stares that clench my fist

 

I drink all my memories dry

As I feel everything inside of me die

 

Now I lay here alone

Empty and grown

 

My prince won't leave

He is really a hidden thieve

 

He steals my thunder

And I watch him blunder

 

As though I'm transparent 

And all he can do is be arrogant

 

He kisses me and kisses me

But in my mind I'm free

 

Alone with my thoughts

My prince sits to rot 

 

Maybe one day I'll awake

Until then I will fake

 

A princess is not what I wish to be

Id rather run and flee

 

Before it's all over 

And I'm buried under clover

 

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