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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